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

For what it’s worth, it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be.

It was strange to have no self-to be like a little boy left alone in a big house, who knew that now he could do anything he wanted to do, but found that there was nothing that he wanted to do.

Great books write themselves, only bad books have to be written.

For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.

It's all life is. Just going 'round kissing people.

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.