Oh, I adore to cook. It makes me feel so mindless in a worthwhile way.
I well understand why analysts demand high payment, for what can be more tedious than listening to another person recount his dreams?
She is pure Alice in Wonderland, and her appearance and demeanor are a nicely judged mix of the Red Queen and a Flamingo.
That's not bad. I can't get excited by a man until he's forty-two.
Oscar Wilde is one of the people that I would have most liked to know. I'm sure I would have liked him a lot.
We all, sometimes, leave each other there under the skies, and we never understand why.
I believe in hanging. Just so long as I'm not the one being hanged.
If some wizard would like to give me a present, let him give me a bottle filled with the voices of that kitchen, the ha ha ha and the fire whispering, a bottle brimming with its buttery sugary smells . . .
Oh Jesus God we did belong to each other. He was mine.
My preferred pastimes are conversation, reading, travel and writing, in that order.
I'd rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. Which isn't being pious. Just practical. Cancer may cool you, but the other's sure to.
I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany's.
You are a human being with a free will. Which puts you above the animal level. But if you live your life without feeling and compassion for your fellowman—you are as an animal—an.
A plaster girl with intense glass eyes sat astride a bicycle pedaling at the maddest pace; though its wheel spokes spun hypnotically, the bicycle of course never budged: all that effort and the poor girl going nowhere. It was a pitifully human situation, and one that Sylvia could so exactly identify with herself that she always felt a real pang.
Holly had married him: well, well. I wished I were under the wheels of the train.
Shoot, boy, the country's just fulla folks what knows everything, and don't understand nothing, just fullofem.
Fitzgerald has charm. It's a silly word, but it's an exact word for me. I like 'The Great Gatsby' and it's sad, gay nostalgia.
Never love a wild thing... If you let yourself love a wild thing. You'll end up looking at the sky.
Very few authors, especially the unpublished, can resist an invitation to read aloud.
I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.
Nothing is more usual than to feel that others have shared in our failures, just as it is an ordinary reaction to forget those who have shared in our achievements.