Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering—this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary day-time advice for everyone. But at three o’clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn’t work—and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o’clock in the morning, day after day.

It is not necessarily poverty of spirit that makes a woman surround herself with life - it can be a superabundance of interest.

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.

Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.

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

An artist is someone who can hold two opposing viewpoints and still remain fully functional.

Nothing is as obnoxious as other people's luck.