I loved her enough to forget myself, my self pitying despairs, and be content that something she thought happy was going to happen.

Jay Sebring cut my hair a couple of times.

You're wonderful. Unique. I love you.

Lively, too. Talky as a jaybird. With something smart to say on every subject: better than the radio.

Maybe the older you grow and the less easy it is to put thought into action, maybe that’s why it gets all locked up in your head and becomes a burden.

But, my dear, so few things are fulfilled: what are most lives but a series of incompleted episodes? 'We work in the dark, we do what we can, we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task...' It is wanting to know the end that makes us believe in God, or witchcraft, believe, at least, in something.

I've never been a teacher in my life.