The rumble of the life outside was like the sound of the sea which was rising gradually around her.

Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad.

You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world.

A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That's all any room is.

The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.

I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness.

I am the only real truth I know.

Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone.

I've been so ridiculous all my life that a little bit more or a little bit less hardly matters now.

Love was a terrible thing. You poisoned it and stabbed at it and knocked it down into the mud - well down - and it got up and staggered on, bleeding and muddy and awful. Like - like Rasputin.

We can't all be happy, we can't all be rich, we can't all be lucky - and it would be so much less fun if we were... There must be the dark background to show up the bright colours.

Of all the judgements we pass, none is as important as the one we pass on ourselves.

Maybe it is something to do with age, but I have become fonder of poetry than of prose.

We like to be deceived.

Growth takes time. God knows that. I know that. And to my surprise, His abundance is mine in the process - not as a prize at the end.

Im a child of the Civil Rights Movement.

The happy Union of these States is a wonder; their Constitution a miracle; their example the hope of Liberty throughout the world.

Keep believing. You may be tired, discouraged, but don't give up on your future.

My style is forever changing.

It is better that the truth be known than that scandal be covered up.

If you're willing to put two thoughts into a picture then you're already ahead of the game.