I drink sherry and wine by myself because I like it and I get the sensuous feeling of indulgence...luxury, bliss, erotic-tinged.

O love, how did you get here?

I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who ski better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

Do we always grind through the present, doomed to throw a gold haze of fond retrospect over the past?

Tomorrow is another day toward death.

I like people, but to learn about one individual always appeals to me more than anything.

I don't see,' I said, 'how people stand being old. Your insides all dry up. When you're young you're so self-reliant. You don't even need much religion.