He lifted me up and held me close against him, my head on his shoulder. At that moment I loved him. In the morning light he was as golden, as soft, as gentle as myself, and he would protect me.

I think the best way to waste time is to try to save time.

One can never speak enough of the virtues, the dangers, the power of shared laughter.

Money may not buy happiness, but I'd rather cry in a Jaguar than on a bus.

I've often found myself preferring second-rate people to supposedly superior people, simply and solely because of their uncontrollable tendency to bang themselves against the sides of life's vast lampshade like fireflies or moths.

I shall live badly if I do not write, and I shall write badly if I do not live.

Usually I avoided college students, whom I considered brutal, wrapped up in themselves, particularly in their youth, in which they found material for drama or an excuse for their own boredom. I did not care for young people.