Like many rich men, he thought in anecdotes; like many simple women, she thought in terms of biography.

That sun, that light had faded, and she had faded with them. Now she was as grey as the season itself.

You never know what you will learn till you start writing. Then you discover truths you never knew existed.

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

A complete woman is probably not a very admirable creature. She is manipulative, uses other people to get her own way, and works within whatever system she is in.

Good women always think it is their fault when someone else is being offensive. Bad women never take the blame for anything.

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.