Love and marriage are wonderful arenas in which to place a character. We are most likely to risk our morals and beliefs while in love. Betrayal gives tremendous insights into a character as well.

Good luck, I'm beginning to discover, is just as baffling as the bad. There never seems to be a reason for it - no sense of reward or punishment. It simply is - the most incomprehensible idea of all.

A person walks into a room and says hello, and your life takes a course for which you are not prepared. It's a tiny moment (almost-but not quite-unremarkable), the beginning of a hundred thousand tiny moments and some larger ones.

A single action can cause a life to veer off in a direction it was never meant to go.

I have always been faithful to you if faithful means the experience against which everything else has been measured.

Love is never as ferocious as when you think it's going to leave you.

Is imagination dependent upon experience, or is experience influenced by imagination?