It's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be.

I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.

I may turn out an intellectual, but I'll never write anything but mediocre poetry.

I'm one of those people who go through the world giving other people thrills, but getting few myself except those I read into men on such nights as these. I have the social courage to go on the stage, but not the energy; I haven't the patience to write books; and I never met a man I'd marry. However, I'm only eighteen.

You can’t repeat the past.” “Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!

The two basic stories of all times are Cinderella and Jack the Giant Killer-the charm of women and the courage of men.

I must hold in balance the sense of the futility of effort and the sense of the necessity to struggle; the conviction of the inevitability of failure and still the determination to 'succeed'-and, more than these, the contradiction between the dead hand of the past and the high intentions of the future. If I could do this through the common ills-domestic, professional and personal-then the ego would continue as an arrow shot from nothingness to nothingness with such force that only gravity would bring it to earth at last.