Do you remember your childhood? I am always coming across these marvelous accounts by writers who declare that they remember 'everything.' I certainly don't. The dark stretches, the blanks, are much bigger than the bright glimpses. I seem to have spent most of my time like a plant in a cupboard.

Make it a rule of life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy, you can't build on it it's only good for wallowing in.

To long for everything: sorrow; to accept everything: joy.

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

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

Why! Why! Why is the middle-class so stodgy - so utterly without a sense of humor?

if one really does try to find out why it is that people don't leave each other, one discovers a mystery. It is because they can't; they are bound. And nobody on earth knows what are the bonds that bind them except those two.