When you make a break for freedom you don't necessarily find company on the way.

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

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

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.

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.

Accountability in friendship is the equivalent of love without strategy.

Writing novels preserves you in a state of innocence - a lot passes you by - simply because your attention is otherwise diverted.