We Are Born Knowing Death.

We Know That The Furies Do Not Come Uninvited.

I Have No Patience With This Dreadful Idea That Whatever You Have In You Has To Come Out, That You Can't Suppress True Talent. People Can Be Destroyed; They Can Be Bent, Distorted, And Completely Crippled. In Spite Of All The Poetry, All The Philosophy To The Contrary, We Are Not Really Masters Of Our Fate.

Freedom Is A Dangerous Intoxicant And Very Few People Can Tolerate It In Any Quantity.

. . . All That She Had Had, And All That She Had Missed, Were Lost Together, And Were Twice Lost In This Landslide Of Remembered Losses.

I Was Right Not To Be Afraid Of Any Thief But Myself, Who Will End By Leaving Me Nothing.