You know what? You're an individual, and that makes people nervous. And it's gonna keep making people nervous for the rest of your life.

It won't do you a bit of good to know everything if you don't do anything with it.

There are as many ways to live as there are people.

She didn't care anymore... and she got no pleasure from the work she did, but she did it. Everything bored her. She found that when she didn't have a notebook it was hard for her to think. The thoughts came slowly, as though they had to squeeze through a tiny door to get to her, whereas when she wrote, they flowed out faster than she could put them down. She sat very stupidly with a blank mind until finall 'I feel different' came slowly to her mind. Yes, she thought, after a long pause. And then, after more time, 'Mean, I feel mean.

I feel there's a funny little hole in me that wasn't there before, like a splinter in your finger, but this is somewhere above my stomach.

People who love work, love life.

There is no sight so ugly as the human face in anger.