[she] had a great reputation for unselfishness because she was always giving up a lot of things she didn't want.

But she had long ago learned that when she wandered into the realm of fancy she must go alone. The way to it was by an enchanted path where not even her dearest might follow her.

She looked like a head-on collision between a fashion plate and a nightmare.

Isn't it better to have your heart broken than to have it wither up? Before it could be broken it must have felt something splendid. That would be worth the pain.

there's no use trying to live in other people's opinions. The only thing to do is live in your own.

I don't really care what people think about me if they don't let me see it.

You'll never write anything that really satisfies you though it may satisfy other people.