We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion.

Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.

It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.

Millie Beggs, by the time she was forty-five, had become an emotional anarchist.

She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.

All I want to be is very young always and very irresponsible and to feel that my life is my own-to live and be happy and die in my own way to please myself

People are like almanacs, Bonnie - you never can find the information you're looking for, but the casual reading is well worth the trouble.