I do not sing nor play, but I adore music, particularly Chopin. I like him because I cannot understand him.

Some people say that beauty is a curse. It may be true, but I'm sure I should not have at all minded being cursed a little.

When I was three years old I was taken with my family to a little town in Western Minnesota, where I lived a more or less vapid and ordinary life until I was ten.

at this point I meet Me face to face. I am Mary MacLane: of no importance to the wide bright world and dearly and damnably important to Me.

I was born to be alone, and I always shall be but now I want to be.

I am lithe, but fragile from constant involuntary self-analysis.

Of poets I put Virgil first - he was greatest.