What are the best things and the worst things in your life, and when are you going to get around to whispering or shouting them?

And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn't crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again.

I believe in having fun first, and along the way, if you teach people, if you influence people, well and good.

You take the books, you lie there in the pools of light and you drink life. That is how intensely I have loved libraries.

Just write every day of your life. Read intensely. Then see what happens. Most of my friends who are put on that diet have very pleasant careers.

Each person was himself one alone. One oneness, a unit in a society, but always afraid, always alone. If I should scream, if I should call for help, would anyone hear would it even matter?

Ah, art! Ah, life! The pendulum swinging back and forth, from complex to simple, again to complex. From romantic to realistic, back to romantic.