There is nothing so uncertain as a sure thing.
Never economize on luxuries.
If one cannot invent a really convincing lie, it is often better to stick to the truth.
There are few pleasures like really burrowing one's nose into sweet peas.
First love is an astounding experience and if the object happens to be totally unworthy and love not really love at all, it makes little difference to the intensity of the pain.
It has been noticed that people who are not parents often have a peculiar fondness for children. This is sometimes attributed to a very beautiful nostalgia for a gift denied to them - dream-children, flowers that have only bloomed in imagination - but we think it is rather because they have not the faintest idea how dreadful children are.
I suppose everybody has a mental picture of the days of the week, some seeing them as a circle, some as an endless line, and others again, for all I know, as triangles and cubes. Mine is a wavy line proceeding to infinity, dipping to Wednesday which is the colour of old silver dark with polishing and rising again to a pale gold Sunday. This day has a feeling in my picture of warmth and light breezes and sunshine and afternoons that stretch to infinity and mornings full of far-off bells.
You don't make a film because the audience is ready for it. You make a film because you have questions that are in your gut.
Men can only be happy when they do not assume that the object of life is happiness.
I had better admit right away that walking can in the end become an addiction. . . even in this final stage it remains a delectable madness, very good for sanity, and I recommend it with passion.
It's my experience that you first feel the impulse to write in your chest. It's like falling in love, only more so. It feels like something criminal. It feels like unspeakably wild sex. So, think: When you feel the overpowering need to go out and find some unspeakably wild sex, do you rush to tell your mom about it?