It is a pretty trick of authors to make nature ever in sympathy with man, but as a matter of fact she seldom is.
In the future I'm going to devote less time to sentimentality and more time to reality.
I don't think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains.
I think it's odd that grown-ups quarrel so easily and so often and about such petty matters. Up to now I always thought bickering was just something children did and that they outgrew it.
I hid myself within myself. . . and quietly wrote down all my joys, sorrows and contempt in my diary.
I have often been downcast, but never in despair; I regard our hiding as a dangerous adventure, romantic and interesting at the same time. In my diary I treat all the privations as amusing. I have made up my mind now to lead a different life from other girls and, later on, different from ordinary housewives. My start has been so very full of interest, and that is the sole reason why I have to laugh at the humorous side of the most dangerous moments.
The young are not afraid of telling the truth.
Am I entitled to one mistake, am I after 35 years?
The Ocaina and many of the other indigenous peoples of the Amazon were nearly wiped out during the rubber boom in the late 19th and early 20th centuries. Outsiders came into the jungle, enslaved the tribes to harvest the rubber and killed those that resisted.
When anything important has to be written. . . I think your hand concentrates for you.
The Academy Awards are obscene, dirty. . . no better than a beauty contest.