In every relationship, sooner or later, there is a court scene. Accusations, counter-accusations, a trial, a verdict.

He understands my pity for his ridiculous, humiliating physical necessity.

The value of the personal relationship to all things is that it creates intimacy and intimacy creates understanding and understanding creates love.

Experience teaches acceptance of the imperfect as life.

We are cruel when someone refuses to play the role in which we have cast him. We judge a person only according to his relationship towards us.

Our love of each other was like two long shadows kissing without hope of reality.

I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.