So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
I hope she’ll be a fool. That’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.
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.
You don't write because you want to say something, you write because you have something to say.