I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.
That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.
Show me a hero, and I'll write you a tragedy.
The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
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 romantic
person has a desperate confidence that they won't.
There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.
Whenever you feel like criticizing any one...just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.
I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.
It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.
First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you.
Youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.
Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.