... once you get beyond the crust of the first pang it is all the same and you can easily bear it. It is just the transition from painlessness to pain that is so terrible.

If one talks to more than four people, it is an audience; and one cannot really think or exchange thoughts with an audience.

The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.

...the only continuity possible in life, as in love, is in growth, in fluidity - in freedom. The only real security is... living in the present and accepting it as it is now.

These bright roofs, these steep towers, these jewel-lakes, these skeins of railroad line - all spoke to her and she answered. She was glad they were there. She belonged to them and they to her.

The artist knows he must be alone to create; the writer, to work out his thoughts; the musician, to compose; the saint, to pray. But women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves.

There is no harvest for the heart alone. The seed of love must be eternally re-sown.