There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.

You're the only girl I've seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming.

At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.

I began to realize that for two years my life had been a drawing on resources that I did not possess, that I had been mortgaging myself physically and spiritually up to the hilt.

She was a dark, unenduring little flower - yet he thought he detected in her some quality of spiritual reticence, of strength drawn from her passive acceptance of all things. In this he was mistaken.

God knows what you've been doing, everything you've been doing. You may fool me, but you can't fool God!

my imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark- so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me.