Writers don’t care what they eat. They just care what you think of them

If you ever get in real trouble, don't panic. Sit down and think about it. Remember two things, always. There must be some way out of it and there must be humor in it somewhere.

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.

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.

Harriet never minded admitting she didn't know something. So what, she thought, I could always learn.

[Harriet] hated math. She hated math with every bone in her body. She spent so much time hating it that she never had time to do it.

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