I Get So Tired Of Moral Bookkeeping.

I've Been Called A Stylist Until I Really Could Tear My Hair Out. And I Simply Don't Believe In Style. The Style Is You.

I Have No Patience With This Dreadful Idea That Whatever You Have In You Has To Come Out, That You Can't Suppress True Talent. People Can Be Destroyed; They Can Be Bent, Distorted, And Completely Crippled. In Spite Of All The Poetry, All The Philosophy To The Contrary, We Are Not Really Masters Of Our Fate.

Don't You Love Being Alive?" Asked Miranda. "don't You Love Weather And The Colors At Different Times Of The Day, And All The Sounds And Noises Like Children Screaming In The Next Lot, And Automobile Horns And Little Bands Playing In The Street And The Smell Of Food Cooking?" "i Love To Swim, Too." Said Adam. "so Do I," Said Miranda, "we Never Did Swim Together.

A Cultivated Style Would Be Like A Mask. Everybody Knows It's A Mask, And Sooner Or Later You Must Show Yourself -- Or At Least, You Show Yourself As Someone Who Could Not Afford To Show Himself, And So Created Something To Hide Behind. You Do Not Create A Style. You Work, And Develop Yourself; Your Style Is An Emanation From Your Own Being.

I Will Never Again Attempt To Tell Any Young Person What To Do - The Really Gifted Don't Need Advice And The Others Can't Take It.