Writers are interesting people, but often mean and petty.

Nobody knows what you want except you. And nobody will be as sorry as you if you don't get it. Wanting some other way to live is proof enough of deserving it. Having it is hard work, but not having it is sheer hell.

It's a sad day when you find out that it's not accident or time or fortune, but just yourself that kept things from you.

We are a people who do not want to keep much of the past in our heads. It is considered unhealthy in America to remember mistakes, neurotic to think about them, psychotic to dwell on them.

Fashions in sin change.

Lonely people, in talking to each other can make each other lonelier.

Lonely. I always thought loneliness meant alone, without people. It means something else.