She was becoming herself and daily casting aside that fictitious self which we assume like a garment with which to appear before the world.

The artist must possess the courageous soul that dares and defies

She was flushed and felt intoxicated with the sound of her own voice and the unaccustomed taste of candor. It muddled her like wine, or like a first breath of freedom.

There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life to her lips.

The morning was full of sunlight and hope.

She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in.

Her husband seemed to her now like a person whom she had married without love as an excuse.

It seems to me if I were young and in love I should never deem a man of ordinary caliber worthy of my devotion.

She had resolved to never take another step backward.

The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings.

I leave such ventures ti you younger men with the fever of life still in your blood.

If you have enough book space, I don't want to talk to you.

I'm not a poet and I know it.

Hank had left me his doomed army, and he’d left Marcie his inheritance. Unfair didn’t begin to cover it.

Love is dangerous, if you know it's dangerous, that makes you treasure it, and you'll work harder to keep it.

I'd be happy to stay single now because I've always been in relationships. For the first time ever I can do what I want, when I want, with who I want, without answering to anyone.

I do believe you can be attracted by somebody at first sight. We have all done it.

Through the cold time she holds me with evergreen devotion she bears up my whiteness.

I'm passionately opposed to the nuclear family, with its mom and dad and their 2.4 children. I think it's the most neurotic life-style ever developed.

You're a writer. And that's something better than being a millionaire. Because it's something holy.

Our lives are rivers, gliding free to that unfathomed, boundless sea, the silent grave!