You know I'm old in some ways-in others-well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.

You don’t know what a trial it is to be —like me. I've got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me.

my imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark- so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me.

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?

It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses-

Amory thought how it was only the past that seemed strange and unbelievable.

I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romanticperson has a desperate confidence that they won't.

What are you going to do? "Can't say - run for president, write -" "Greenwich Village?" "Good heavens, no - I said write - not drink.

You know they're not going to lose 162 consecutive games.

I never want to play the same character twice. I like to do different roles. I have fun with that.

I write and rewrite and memorize, and then inject my performance with improvising and spontaneity, because if something feels too rehearsed, it's not going to be fun.

I'm a sluggish character; I'm a bit slow. For some reason I find it hard to work quickly.

A dog, I have always said, is prose; a cat is a poem.

People trust that a guy who can bring up two kids on his own might be able to help them.

The greatest risk we face in software development is that of overestimating our own knowledge.

Woman, I hold, is the personification of self-sacrifice, but unfortunately today she does not realise what a tremendous advantage she has over man.

God does not exist to make a big deal out of us. We exist to make a big deal out of him. It's not about you. It's not about me. It's all about him.

If, at any time, it comes into my head, that a present is due from me to somebody, I am puzzled what to give, until the opportunity is gone.