Whatever happens I have had these blissful, perfect moments and they are worth living for.

Winter is a terrible time for thin people - terrible! Why should it hound them down, fasten on them, worry them so? Why not, for a change, take a nip, take a snap at the fat ones who wouldn't notice? But no! It is sleek, warm, cat-like summer that makes the fat one's life a misery. Winter is all for bones.

The pleasure of all reading is doubled when one lives with another who shares the same books.

Regret is an appalling waste of time.

There are in life as many aspects as attitudes towards it, and aspects change with attitudes.

There is no feeling to be compared with the feeling of having written and finished a story.

I love the rain. I want the feeling of it on my face.