"That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong."
"It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did."
"The victor belongs to the spoils."
"Show me a hero, and I'll write you a tragedy."
"It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living."
"It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living."