Self-pity in its early stage is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable.

In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine.

I'm sorry to say that when some people get to age 50, they say, "Well, that's the end, I'll never have to do sex again." They lay down first and get up last! But in your sixties, everything is sweeter. You have more time.

Hatred is the ballast of the rock which lies upon our necks and underfoot.

I wasn't a pretty girl. I was six feet tall at 15, you know.

I did get knocked down flat in front of the whole world, and I rose. I didn't run away - I rose right where I'd been knocked down. And then that's how you get to know yourself. You say, hmm, I can get up!

Reality has changed chameleonlike before my eyes so many times that I have learned, or am learning, to trust almost anything except what appears to be so.