I dream of eagles and bring forth sparrows.

Never demean yourself by talking back to a critic, never. Write those letters to the editor in your head, but don't put them on paper.

There's lots of things you don't know. All kinds of strange things . . . mostly they happened before we were born: that makes them seem to me so much more real.

I've never been a teacher in my life.

Love should be allowed. I’m all for it. Now that I’ve got a pretty good idea what it is.

Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.

I’ve tried that. I’ve tried aspirin, too. Rusty thinks I should smoke marijuana, and I did for a while, but it only makes me giggle. What I’ve found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany’s. It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not with those kind men in their nice suits, and that lovely smell of silver and alligator wallets. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany’s, then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name.