Angela turned in her chair. Resting her chin on folded hands, the mirror reflected the look of a girl in love. ‘Oh, what a blessing fate has bestowed on me.

The strength was always in you. All you had to do was find it.

His lips were approaching hers, but she could not taste sin. Not yet. Not until she knew the name of this golden haired man, so her soul could sing his name for the rest of eternity.

In New York the acoustics are good for laughter, for life is all external, all action, no thought, no meditation, no dreaming, no reflection, only the exuberance of action.

To judge human character rightly, a man may sometimes have very small experience, provided he has a very large heart.

For other nations, utopia is a blessed past never to be recovered; for Americans it is just beyond the horizon.

As an adult, I can't blame my parents any more.

The New York Times made you or broke you.

when the human race is not grotesque it is because it is asleep and losing its opportunity.

Mistakes will not end your business. If you are nimble and willing to listen to constructive criticism you can excel by learning and evolving.

The best painting is totally non-narrative. It doesn't have to tell you a story.

I saw something even more beautiful than a sense of humor: an appreciation for life’s essential absurdity.

Take a person’s memories, and you change who they are.