“In the country, weather is as important as food and sometimes means the difference between life and death.”

I want them either intellectually stimulating or wonderfully corny; perfectly charming or hundred percent stinker.

Our little room was morbidly quiet and sorrow was heaped in my corner like dirty snow.

I like my chosen companions to be distinguishable from the undulating masses and I don’t care how.

In the country Sunday is the day on which you do exactly as much work as you do on other days but feel guilty all the time you are doing it because Sunday is a day of rest.

There’s nothing as cozy as a piece of candy and a book.

a grudge will soon rot the pocket you carry it in.

I’ll do it because I want to but not because you tell me to!

Almost anybody would rather be known for expert shoe-tying than for kicking the cat.” She always tells whiners how charming they are–bullies how brave–bad sports how good–sneaks how honest!

I am neither Christian enough nor charitable enough to like anybody just because he is alive and breathing. I want people to interest or amuse me. I want them fascinating and witty or so dul as to be different.

A woman wanted to know how to deal with anger. I asked when anger arose whose anger it was. She said it was hers.

I would love, more than anything, to do an out-and-out farce with huge physical energy.

To practice Dhamma means to observe and examine oneself.

Even if you fall on the runway, I wouldn’t blame you. It would mean that we made a mistake in choosing you.

For artists and intellectuals today, what is most needed is to be clear about social responsibility, because that is what most people automatically give up. Just to protect yourself as an individual is very political.

One or the other she was going to have by any means necessary.

Gosh, I made so many mistakes. I mean I still make mistakes. We all do.

When things are really great, it just means everything’s in it’s place.