It is a terrible thing for an old woman to outlive her dogs.

I'm only really alive when I'm writing.

Oh you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you

Time goes by so fast. Nothin' can outrun it. Death commences too early--almost before you're half-acquainted with life--you meet the other.

I respect a person that has had to fight and howl for his decency.

We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.

How long does it have to go on? This punishment? Haven't I done time enough, haven't I served my term? can't I apply for a-pardon?