I must say, I hate money. But it's the lack of it I hate most.

No, no the mind I love must still have wild places - a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown litde wood, the chance of a snake or two (real snakes), a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with those litde flowers planted by the wind.

... I'd always rather be with people who loved me too little rather than with people who loved me too much.

Regret is an appalling waste of time.

Warm, eager, living life-to be rooted in life-to learn, to desire, to know, to feel, to think, to act. This is what I want. And nothing less. That is what I must try for.

Some couples go over their budgets very carefully every month. Others just go over them.

Every time one leaves anywhere, something precious, which ought not to be killed, is left to die.