Everyone grows old but not everyone grows up.

I have a feeling that I make a very good friend, and I'm a good mother, and a good sister, and a good citizen. I am involved in life itself - all of it. And I have a lot of energy and a lot of nerve.

I don't think there's such a thing as autobiographical fiction. If I say it happened, it happened, even if only in my mind.

You can see in others what they don't see in themselves and what the world doesn't see in them.

I think a nap or a rest overnight is great. But who needs three days of rest? Please! The second day, you might die.

No one has ever become poor from giving.

Soft you day, be velvet soft, My true love approaches, Look you bright, you dusty sun, Array your golden coaches. Soft you wind, be soft as silk My true love is speaking. Hold you birds, your silver throats, His golden voice I'm seeking. Come you death, in haste, do come My shroud of black be weaving, Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet, My true love is leaving.