When I think about it, if I had to choose, I'd rather be happy than write.

Something in her brain that still remained calm told her that she was doing a very foolish thing indeed.

He had discovered that people who allow themselves to be blown about by the winds of emotion and impulse are always unhappy people.

She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.

When you are a child you are yourself and you know and see everything prophetically. And then suddenly something happens and you stop being yourself; you become what others force you to be. You lose your wisdom and your soul.

She’ll have no lover, for I don’t want her and she’ll see no other.

Your red dress,’ she said, and laughed. But I looked at the dress on the floor and it was as if the fire had spread across the room. It was beautiful and it reminded me of something I must do. I will remember I thought. I will remember quite soon now.