A black-sharded lady keeps me in a parrot cage.

When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

This seemed a dreary and wasted life for a girl with fifteen years of straight A's, but I knew that's what marriage was like, because cook and clean and wash was just what Buddy Willard's mother did from morning till night, and she was the wife of a university professor and had been a private school teacher herself.

Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.

I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.

One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.