It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.

I think I am worthwhile just because I have optical nerves and can try to put down what they perceive. What a fool!

I didn't know what I was doing in New York.

And the danger is that in this move toward new horizons and far directions, that I may lose what I have now, and not find anything except loneliness

I do not fear it: I have been there.

There I went again, building up a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few prosy nothings.

I must say that I am not very genteel and I feel that gentility has a stranglehold: the neatness, the wonderful tidiness, which is so evident everywhere in England is perhaps more dangerous than it would appear on the surface.