Regret is an appalling waste of time.

You are a Queen. Let mine be the joy of giving you your kingdom.

The great thing to remember is we can do whatever we wish to do provided our wish is strong enough.

You might drop your heart into me and you'd never hear it touch bottom.

What is it with me? Am I absolutely nobody, but merely inordinately vain? I do not know…. But I am most fearfully unhappy. That is all. I am so unhappy that I wish I was dead—yet I should be mad to die when I have not yet lived at all.

Looking back, I imagine I was always writing. Twaddle it was too. But better far write twaddle or anything, anything, than nothing at all.

Wind moving through grass so that the grass quivers. This moves me with an emotion I don't even understand.