No, I'm not clever. I've always cared more for people than for ideas.
History is worth reading when it tells us truly what the attitude toward life was in the past.
A mother is not a person to lean on, but a person to make leaning unnecessary.
No Vermont town ever let anybody in it starve.
Compared with more emotional types, Vermonters seem to have few passions. But those they have are great and burning. The greatest is their conviction that without freedom human life is not worth living.
What a fearfully distracting, perplexing and heart-searching business it is to live.
It is not good for all our wishes to be filled; through sickness we recognize the value of health; through evil, the value of good; through hunger, the value of food; through exertion, the value of rest.
Tell him I mind having to look pretty, that's what I mind, because it is so much more of an effort.
Bird cage is nice only when it is empty!
One book that has meant much to my writing is W. G. Sebald's The Emigrants. He uses a photograph of Vladimir Nabokov hunting butterflies in a similar way. The image or a reference to the image is traced throughout the four separate narratives. It sometimes seems to be the only link between the pieces, while the symbol Nabokov cuts remains wide open, a pencil sketch, a mystery to interpret outside his role as emigrantobserver.
I was wild and tame and pulled into shreds and crushed into being all at once.