I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.

I don't care about truth. I want some happiness.

In the morning you were never violently sorry-- you made no resolutions, but if you had overdone it and your heart was slightly out of order, you went on the wagon for a few days without saying anything about it, and waited until an accumulation of nervous boredom projected you into another party.

When I see a beautiful shell like that I can't help feeling a regret about what's inside it.

Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.

Then I grew up, and the beauty of succulent illusions fell away from me.

Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat; the redeeming things are not happiness and pleasure but the deeper satisfactions that come out of struggle.