Accountability in friendship is the equivalent of love without strategy.

In real life, it is the hare who wins. Every time. Look around you. And in any case it is my contention that Aesop was writing for the tortoise market. Hares have no time to read. They are too busy winning the game.

Fiction is the great repository of the moral sense. The wicked get punished.

A man can go from being a lover to being a stranger in three moves flat but a woman under the guise of friendship will engage in acts of duplicity which come to light very much later. There are different species of self-justification.

The self-fulfilled woman is far from reality.

There are moments when you feel free, moments when you have energy, moments when you have hope, but you can't rely on any of these things to see you through. Circumstances do that.

Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists.