Curious, how each one of us secretly carries his private cemetery around with him and watches it filling up with ever new graves. The last one to be our own. — Vicki Baum Copy Share Image
Fame always brings loneliness. Success is as ice cold and lonely as the North Pole. — Vicki Baum Copy Share Image
I was growing tired of all the fussing and prevaricating, of the stolen hours and the secret rendez-vous; of the small indignities and broad… — Vicki Baum Copy Share Image
in the big city nobody has time to make friends. The big city is a big solitude. — Vicki Baum Copy Share Image
To me, writing is not a profession. You might as well call living a profession. Or having children. Anything you can't help doing. — Vicki Baum Copy Share Image
serious difficulties don't vanish by themselves, they are standing around your bed when you open the eyes the next morning. — Vicki Baum Copy Share Image
You don't get ulcers from what you eat. You get them from what's eating you. — Vicki Baum Copy Share Image
“The experiences people have in a large hotel do not constitute entire human destinies, full and completed. They are fragments merely, scraps, pieces.” — Vicki Baum Copy Share Image
A man with money to pay for a meal can talk about hunger without demeaning himself. ... But for a man with no money… — Vicki Baum Copy Share Image
