Old houses, I thought, do not belong to people ever, not really, people belong to them.

The creative instincts, the love force must be nourished with every beat of our hearts until they overbalance the destructive instincts.

Whoever decided that comic valentines were a good idea should have been sent away to think it over.

When Father smiled, it was like the sun coming out, and spring and summer in your heart.

the tentacles of today reach out like an octopus to swallow yesterday.

Well, any love makes us vulnerable. Whatever we love will give the gift of pain somewhere along the road. But who would live sealed in spiritual cellophane just to keep from ever being hurt? There are a few people like that. I'm sorry for them. I think they are as good as dead.

As long as you have a window, life is exciting.