would you reach in the drawer there and give me my purse. A girl doesn't read this sort of thing without her lipstick.

Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning, spring.

I am always drawn back to places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods.

I think my greatest talent really is for friendship.

But he does look stupid.' Yearning. Not stupid. He wants awfully to be on the inside staring out: anybody with their nose pressed against a glass is liable to look stupid.

I don't mean I'd mind being rich and famous. That's very much on my schedule, and someday I'll try to get around to it; but if it happens, I'd like to have my ego tagging along. I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany's.

all his prayers of the past had been simple concrete requests: God, give me a bicycle, a knife with seven blades, a box of oil paints. Only how, how, could you say something so indefinite, so meaningless as this: God, let me be loved.