I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.

I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.

It's terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.

Women, despite the fact that nine out of ten of them go through life with a death-bed air either of snatching-the-last-moment or with martyr-resignation, do not die tomorrow--or the next day. They have to live on to any one of many bitter ends.

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

Scott-there's nothing in the world I want but you-and your precious love. All the material things are nothing. I'd just hate to live in a sordid, colorless existence-because you'd soon love less-and less-and I'd do anything-anything-to keep your heart for my own-I don't want to live-I want to love first and live incidentally.

Experience teaches you how to do things you never want to do again.