There is no pleasing New Englanders, my dear, their soil is all rocks and their hearts are bloodless absolutes.

My only duty was to describe reality as it had come to me-to give the mundane its beautiful due.

If you have the guts to be yourself, other people'll pay your price.

A cynic is a kind of romantic who has aged.

A woman’s beauty lies, not in any exaggeration of the specialized zones, nor in any general harmony that could be worked out by means of the sectio aurea or a similar aesthetic superstition; but in the arabesque of the spine. The curve by which the back modulates into the buttocks. It is here that grace sits and rides a woman’s body.

That's the trouble with caring about anybody, you begin to feel overprotective. Then you begin to feel crowded.

School is where you go between when your parents can't take you and industry can't take you.