“Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.”

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.

All I want to be is very young always and very irresponsible and to feel that my life is my own-to live and be happy and die in my own way to please myself.

I can’t read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.

Other people’s ideas of us are dependent largely on what they’ve hoped for.

The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow – So Growl By doing what is right.

Maybe other people’s ideas of us are truer than our own.

Father said conflict develops the character

Youth doesn’t need friends — it only needs crowds.

We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion.

I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather.

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.

Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure another chance in life.

I am really only myself when I’m somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.

I don’t want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.

Without you, dearest dearest I couldn’t see or hear or feel or think – or live – I love you so and I’m never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night.

People are like almanacs, Bonnie – you never can find the information you’re looking for, but the casual reading is well worth the trouble.

I’m quite deaf now; such a comfort.

Giving comfort under affliction requires that penetration into the human mind, joined to that experience which knows how to soothe, how to reason, and how to ridicule; taking the utmost care never to apply those arts improperly.

A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks, Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books– I trow that countenance cannot lye Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.

Sometimes I see myself reflected too closely in other men for comfort, and then I have an enormous wish to believe in the saints, in heroic virtue.

Creativity happens where it’s dangerous and scary: where you’re not comfortable.

Happiness is being at peace, being with loved ones, being comfortable but most of all, it’s having those loved ones.

Be comforted, dear soul! There is always light behind the clouds.

I hate drag. It’s extremely uncomfortable. It’s awful. I’m in a full corset and pads and giant wigs.