A way of looking at you that told you she was listening, that she understood all you were saying, and all you weren't.

You make a life out of what you have, not what you're missing.

A girl expecting rescue never learns to save herself. Even with the means, she will find her courage wanting.

Memory is a cruel mistress with whom we all must learn to dance.

It's a terrible thing, isn't it, the way we throw people away?

Reluctance to begin is quick to befriend procrastination. . . .

In each man's heart there lies a hole. A dark abyss of need, the filling of which takes precedence over all else.

His words had tossed the book that was her life into the air and the pages had been blown into disarray, could never be put back together to tell the same story.

It was such a pleasure to sink one's hands into the warm earth, to feel at one's fingertips the possibilities of the new season.

There's a market for mysteries for adults. That feeling of opening a book and delving inside and not coming out until you've closed the book.

But history is a faithless teller whose cruel recourse to hindsight makes fools of its actors.

I think that I was quite a grown-up child, and I have been a pretty childish adult.

A lot of people would wear anger, depression or aggravation as their first layer, and they don't. They very much understand what's really important in life.

Who dares not speak his free thoughts is a slave.

Should philosophers be expected to change the world? Such an expectation seems to me extravagant. Marx himself didn't change the world: he reinterpreted it, then other people changed it.

Every subject at some phase of its development should possess, what is for the individual concerned with it, an aesthetic quality.

Socialism is the renunciation of rational economy.

An "always been" does not mean I must choose "what must be."

Love Songs Now: Fewer broken hearts, more sexual misery.

I did Polyester, and I dont regret one minute of it. It was wonderful.

Misquotation is quotology’s swamp. Amateur quoters mix and mangle Shakespeare and Scripture. Professors gaffe and printers bungle. It’s a mess we must wade into.