You don't find love, it finds you. It's got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what's written in the stars.

The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.

The richest source of creation is feeling, followed by a vision of its meaning.

I want to love you wildly. I don’t want words, but inarticulate cries, meaningless, from the bottom of my most primitive being, that flow from my belly like honey. A piercing joy, that leaves me empty, conquered, silenced.

I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ

Writers do not live one life, they live two. There is the living and then there is the writing. There is the second tasting, the delayed reaction.

How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.