The place in which I'll fit will not exist until I make it.

She was twenty and had come to realize that, though she had a voice, she wasn't a singer; that to endure and embrace the life of a singer demands a whole lot more than a voice.

I was guilty and irritated and full of love and pain. I wanted to kick him and I wanted to take him in my arms.

Everything in life depends on how that life accepts its limits.

The universe, which is not merely the stars and the moon and the planets, flowers, grass and trees, but other people, has evolved no terms for your existence, has made no room for you, and if love will not swing wide the gates, no other power will or can. And if one despairs-- as who has not?-- of human love, God's love alone is left.

Unless a writer is extremely old when he dies, in which case he has probably become a neglected institution, his death must always seem untimely.

It is only because the world looks on his talent with such a frightening indifference that the artist is compelled to make his talent important.