We can know a lot. And still, no doubt, there are rash and wonderful ideas brewing somewhere; there are many surprises yet to come.

I try to be good but sometimes a person just has to break out and act like the wild and springy thing one used to be. It's impossible not to remember wild an want it back.

I very much wished not to be noticed, and to be left alone, and I sort of succeeded.

When it's over I don't want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

Every adjective and adverb is worth five cents. Every verb is worth fifty cents.

Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.

There is a notion that creative people are absent-minded, reckless, heedless of social customs and obligations. It is, hopefully, true for they are in another world altogether.