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

I really only have Perfect Fun with myself. Other people won't stop and look at the things I want to look at or, if they do, they stop to please me or to humor me or to keep the peace.

I saw myself driving through Eternity in a timeless taxi.

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

September is different from all other months. It is more magical. I feel the strange chemical change in the earth which produces mushrooms is the cause, too, of the extra 'life' in the air - a resilience, a sparkle.

roses are the only flowers at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing.

Outside the sky is light with stars