Another world must surely exist somewhere one where she would be known in some deep way that was far beyond words.

Weapons are kept from women, but such a naming suggests that perhaps men fear our talents in war as well as our desire for peace.

It doesn't matter what people tell you. It doesn't matter what they might say. Sometimes you have to leave home. Sometimes, running away means you're headed in the exact right direction.

I must keep my head and not give in to desire, for desire is what causes women to drown.

I hate it when people tell me the end of the story because my mother always read the last page of a novel first to see whether she wanted to read it. It was a strange reading habit.

She knows where she's going, and what she has to do. She could, after all, find her way to Route 95 South blindfolded. She could do it in the dark, in fair weather or foul; she can do it even when it seems she will run out of gas. It doesn't matter what people tell you. It doesn't matter what they might say. Sometimes you have to leave home. Sometimes, running away means you're headed in the exact right direction.

He fell in love with the way she closed her eyes, long before he fell in love with her.