Sometimes what we call love is just a settling of old scores, or a seeking of forbidden pain, or a circuitous path to the kingdom of cruelty, or she may simply have confused lack of capital with heroism while searching for rescue without knowing from what.
Anne RoipheWhat other people think of me is not really my major concern in life. What other people think of what I write is another matter.
Anne RoipheReader, you forget that economics precedes religion; worship grew out of eating, not the other way around.
Anne RoipheDecay is quiet but ghastly, explosion is dramatic and dreadful. There's not much to choose between the two of them in reality, and most of our lives have sufficient of both.
Anne Roiphe