In memory Venice is always magic.

To live exhilaratingly in and for the moment is deadly serious work, fun of the most exhausting sort

There are places one comes home to that one has never been to.

The real reason women fall in love abroad is not that they are free of domestic inhibitions but that they translate their love of stone and place into love of flesh. ... Is this true?

To surrender one's vulnerable body to water has always seemed to me a limpid act of will that has no coutnerpart or equal, unless it is sex.

Women's propensity to share confidences is universal. We confirm our reality by sharing.

the gardens of our childhood are all beautiful.