There are children born to be children, and others who must mark time till they can take their natural places as adults.

The trouble with women is men; the trouble with men, men.

How can a man marry wisely in his twenties? The girl he's going to wind up wanting hasn't even been born.

It's terrifying to see someone inside of whom a vital spring seems to have been broken. It's particularly terrifying to see him in your mirror.

In retrospect, our triumphs could as easily have happened to someone else; but our defeats are uniquely our own.

It upsets women to be, or not to be, stared at hungrily.

Your best work always seems to have been done by someone else.