She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn’t boring.
She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.
Emptying the ashtrays was very expressive of myself. i just lump everything in a great heap which i have labeled ‘the past,’ and having thus emptied this deep reservoir that was once myself, i am ready to continue.
A southern moon is a sodden moon, and sultry. When it swamps the fields and the rustling sandy roads and the sticky honeysuckle hedges in its sweet stagnation, your fight to hold on to reality is like a protestation against a first waft of ether.
Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.
People are like almanacs, Bonnie – you never can find the information you’re looking for, but the casual reading is well worth the trouble.
They hadn’t much faith in travel, nor a great belief in a change of scene as a panacea for spiritual ills; they were simply glad to be going.
I am really only myself when I’m somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.
We get something to do and as soon as we’ve got it, it gets us.
Other people’s ideas of us are dependent largely on what they’ve hoped for.
Anything incomprehensible has a sexual significance to many people under thirty-five.
We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising.
Women, despite the fact that nine out of ten of them go through life with a death-bed air either of snatching-the-last-moment or with martyr-resignation, do not die tomorrow – or the next day. They have to live on to any one of many bitter ends.
Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.
I take a sun bath and listen to the hours, formulating, and disintegrating under the pines, and smell the resiny hardihood of the high noon hours. The world is lost in a blue haze of distances, and the immediate sleeps in a thin and finite sun.
One illusion is as good as another.
Nobody has ever been able to experience what they have thoroughly understood – or understand what they have experienced until they have achieved a detachment that renders them incapable of repeating the experience.
There’s nothing on earth to do here but look at the view and eat. You can imagine the result since I do not like to look at views.
I can’t read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.
It’s terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.
The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow – So Growl By doing what is right.