Outside the sky is light with stars

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

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

The truth is friendship is every bit as sacred and eternal as marriage.

Regret is an appalling waste of energy, and no one who intends to be a writer can afford to indulge in it.

That is the fearful part of having been near death. One knows how easy it is to die. The barriers that are up for everybody else are down for you, and you've only to slip through.

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