The days draw out, the weather gets warmer, and it's what we call summer, with a bitter laugh when we've said it.

The days draw out, the weather gets warmer, and it's what we call summer, with a bitter laugh when we've said it.

You can't love a person till you know him or her inside out, until you've lived with them and shared experience: sadness, joy, living - you've got to share living before you can find love. Being in love doesn't last, but you can find love to take its place.

People’s lives are often other than they seem to be on the surface. And sometimes, what’s underneath and hidden is the best part of all, the part of real value.

The world may be full of fourth-rate writers but it's also full of fourth-rate readers.