College mostly makes people like bladders—just good for nothing but t’ hold the stuff as is poured into ‘em.

What destroys us most effectively is not a malign fate but our own capacity for self-deception and for degrading our own best self.

Her little butterfly soul fluttered incessantly between memory and dubious expectation.

It is very hard to say the exact truth, even about your own immediate feelings – much harder than to say something fine about them which is not the exact truth.

It's easy finding reasons why other folks should be patient.

Her own misery filled her heart—there was no room in it for other people's sorrow.

She hates everything that is not what she longs for.

We are overhasty to speak as if God did not manifest himself by our silent feeling, and make his love felt through ours.

You must mind and not lower the Church in people's eyes by seeming to be frightened about it for such a little thing.

The select natures who pant after the ideal, and find nothing in pantaloons or petticoats great enough to command their reverence and love, are curiously in unison with the narrowest and pettiest.

A woman may get to love by degrees—the best fire does not flare up the soonest.

IF your mindset does not include a personal life plan, your Life Success Project can NEVER have any chance of real success.

I got well by talking. Death could not get a word in edgewise grew discouraged and traveled on.

My feeling is that maintaining financial independence is also a healthy way to keep my feet on the ground.

I certainly wasn't consciously hiding my identity in the earlier work, though a lot of people have brought up the fact that I drew myself without eyeballs.

Don't aim for success if you want it; just do what you love and believe in, and it will come naturally. Despite everything, I believe that people are really good at heart.

These days there are a lot of people who just want to be famous. I think that comes from a naive place, because those people generally don't know what it's like.

Household objects lost meaning. A bedside clock became a hunk of molded plastic, telling something called time, in a world marking it's passage for some reason.

I loved fighting... It gave me the opportunity to prove myself, to stand up and say, 'I'm the best. I matter. I am.'

had no excuses for the things that we'd done, we were brave, we crazy, we were mostly young.

Above all else I am a dilettante in life.