What's nurtured slowly grows well.

We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way. But once that flame goes out, it’s gone forever.

So I'm not crazy after all! I thought it looked good myself once I cut it all off. Not one guy likes it, though. They all tell me I look like a first grader or a concentration camp survivor. What's this thing that guys have for girls with long hair? Fascists, the whole bunch of them! Why do guys all think girls with long hair are the classiest, the sweetest, the most feminine? I mean, I myself know at least two hundred and fifty unclassy girls with long hair. Really.

Never trust a man who carries a handkerchief, I always say. One of many prejudicial rules of thumb.

If you only read the books that everyone else is reading, you can only think what everyone else is thinking.

What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so unconsciously.

Sometimes it's not the people who change, it's the mask that falls off.