my imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark- so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me.

You don’t know what a trial it is to be —like me. I've got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me.

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?

It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

You know I'm old in some ways-in others-well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.

Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses-

Amory thought how it was only the past that seemed strange and unbelievable.

I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romanticperson has a desperate confidence that they won't.

What are you going to do? "Can't say - run for president, write -" "Greenwich Village?" "Good heavens, no - I said write - not drink.

When I understood that neither parents, nor family, nor friends, nor anyone in the world could offer me anything but pain, insults and wounds, I resolved to stop living for the world.

One stone is enough to break a glass, One sentence is enough to break a heart, One smile is enough to fall in love, & one God is enough to live a fulfilling life..

With a strong faith in God and confidence in your abilities, who can dare to stop you?

I really like Jeff Lewis and 'Flipping Out' and 'Interior Therapy.' I don't know why I'm obsessed with American real estate and renovation.

Multiple characters make it more difficult to showcase each character.

It's taken me a long time to appreciate that my intelligence is greater than what I was told and that I am very creative, and I see in pictures.

Square cuts which ordinarily would have flashed to the boundary earned only two, and I believe that those two innings would have been worth 150 apiece in a county match.

Morning found us unaware, noon burn gold into our hair, at night we swim the laughin sea, where will we be?

Was it really this easy, once you escaped, to just not care?

Having hope is hard; harder when you get older.