Why, you’re not crippled, you just have a little defect – hardly noticeable, even! When people have some slight disadvantage like that, they cultivate other things to make up for it – develop charm – and vivacity – and – charm!
You don’t know things anywhere! You live in a dream, you manufacture illusions!
I have a poet’s weakness for symbols.
I know! WHY! – Am I so catty? – Cause I’m consumed with envy an’ eaten up with longing? –.
Everything diminishes with time, my darling, but my feelings for certain people pierce me daily, and it is no illusion that they center me and let me know who I am, and let me know that I have loved and have been loved, no matter how badly or clumsily.
Of course, you were crowned with laurel in the beginning, your gold hair was wreathed with laurel, but the gold is thinning and the laurel has withered. Face it – pitiful monster.
A beautiful trust. A rare and beautiful trust. It makes me cry a little. That’s all that life has to give in the way of perfection. The warm and complete understanding of two in a close-walled room with the windows blind to the world.
Come on, indulge yourself. You got nothing to lose that won’t be lost.
Life is such a mysteriously complicated thing that no one should really presume to judge and condemn the behavior of anyone else.
There are no ‘good’ or ‘bad’ people. Some are a little better or a little worse but all are activated more by misunderstanding than malice. A blindness to what is going on in each other’s hearts... Nobody sees anybody truly but all through the flaws of their own egos. That is the way we all see each other in life.
Time is short and it doesn’t return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, Loss, Loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition.
Princess, the age of some people can only be calculated by the level of – level of – rot in them.
I never met a woman that didn’t know if she was good-looking or not without being told, and some of them give themselves credit for more than they’ve got.
Sometimes a man has got to hock his sweet used-to-be in order to finance his present situation...
Of coherency, I usually attempt it.
Some single men stop drinking when they git married and others start!
When things don’t change, their sameness becomes an accretion.
One man has one great true thing in his life. One great good thing that is true!
To know me is not to love me. At.
I am not a Polack. People from Poland are Poles, not Polacks. But what I am is one-hundred-per-cent American, born and raised in the greatest country on earth and proud as hell of it, so don’t ever call me a Polack.