What’s The Use Of Remembering

It's Difficult To Explain, But I Just Somehow Feel That I Never Really *have* Lived; That I Never Really Will Live--exist Or Whatever--in The Sense That Other People Do. It Drives Me Crazy. I Was Terribly Aware Of It All Those Nights Waiting For You In The Ritz Bar Looking Around At What Seemed To Be Real Grown-up Lives. I Just Find Everybody Else's Life Surrounded By Plate Glass. I Mean I'd Like To Break Through It Just Once And Actually Touch One.

The Vehemence Of My Moral Indignation Surprised Me. Was I Beginning To Have Standards And Principles, And, Oh Dear, Scruples? What Were They, And What Would I Do With Them, And How Much Were They Going To Get In My Way?

Oh, Teddy, Darling, Thank You, Thank You, For Restoring My Cynicism. I Was Too Young To Lose It.

To Me Vivien Leigh Was A Tragic Heroine Of Classic Proportions: Chosen, Blessed And Abandoned By The Gods. Obstinately She Tried To Control And Defy Her Destiny And To Know Her Story Is To Be Inspired By Pity And Terror.

A Rowdy Bunch On The Whole, They Were Most Of Them So Violently Individualistic As To Be Practically Interchangeable.