…there was something about her that made you feel it was safe to tell her secrets.

Isn't it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet for missing it.

It's all very well to read about sorrows and imagine yourself living through them heroically, but it's not so nice when you really come to have them, is it?

I can't help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It's as glorious as soaring through a sunset... almost pays for the thud.

There is nothing more aggravating than a man who won't talk back - unless it is a woman who won't.

My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

The trouble with you people is that you don't laugh enough.