Childish fantasy, like the sheath over the bud, not only protects but curbs the terrible budding spirit, protects not only innocence from the world, but the world from the power of innocence.

There is no end to the violations committed by children on children, quietly talking alone.

The silence of a shut park does not sound like country silence: it is tense and confined.

There's something so showy about desperation, it takes hard wits to see it's a grandiose form of funk.

Experience isn't interesting until it begins to repeat itself-in fact, till it does that, it hardly is experience.

Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.

Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that we live, if we do.

Meeting people unlike oneself does not enlarge one's outlook; it only confirms one's idea that one is unique.

When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out.

That is partly why women marry-to keep up the fiction of being in the hub of things.