But there was not a moment when she did not see Carol in her mind, and all she saw, she seemed to see through Carol. That evening, the dark flat streets of New York, the tomorrow of work, the milk bottle dropped and broken in her sink, became unimportant. She flung herself on her bed and drew a line with a pencil on a piece of paper. And another line, carefully, and another. A world was born around her, like a bright forest with a million shimmering leaves.

I prefer to live in the country where it's quiet. Woody Allen movies there are dubbed into Italian.

My New Year’s Eve Toast: to all the devils, lusts, passions, greeds, envies, loves, hates, strange desires, enemies ghostly and real, the army of memories, with which I do battle — may they never give me peace. (New Year's Eve, 1947)

How easy it was to lie when one had to lie!

Anticipation! It occurred to him that his anticipation was more pleasant to him than the experiencing.

I know you have it in you, Guy," Anne said suddenly at the end of a silence, "the capacity to be terribly happy.

My imagination functions much better when I don't have to speak to people.