I'm finished with something, but I'm not beginning anything. That's wrong. When you finish something, you ought always to begin something new.

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.

Betsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and hat, opened her book and forgot the world again.

You might as well learn right now, you two, that the poorest guide you can have in life is what people will say.

In silence the three of them looked at the sunset and thought about God.

Isn't it mysterious to begin a new journal like this? I can run my fingers through the fresh clean pages but I cannot guess what the writing on them will be.

The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.

Good things come, but they're never perfect; are they? You have to twist them into something perfect.

Was life always like that? she wondered. A game of hide and seek in which you only occasionally found the person you wanted to be?

I cannot remember back to a year in which I did not consider myself to be a writer, and the younger I was the bigger that capital 'W.

Betsy. The great war is on but I hope ours is over. Please come home. Joe.

This is how hatred begins -- with a muffled laugh on a hot night and a knock on the door.

Keep working on yourself

I needed a new mystery.

All these mirrorscarnival distortionsof selves we never were.

Every man is a hypocrite

If you don't have any haters, you're not that gifted.

Resolve to pay any price or make any sacrifice to get into the top ten percent of your field. That payoff is incredible!

We need to challenge our own thinking.

Hanging a noose on my door reeks of cowardice and fear on many, many levels.

Faith is the master, and reason the maid-servant.