Sometimes I think that just not thinking of oneself is a form of prayer. . .

Kindness and intelligence don't always deliver us from the pitfalls and traps: there are always failures of love, of will, of imagination. There is no way to take the danger out of human relationships.

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?

Sometimes I think that just not thinking of oneself is a form of prayer. . .

Great unhappiness is incompatible with the belief that it will ever end.

I made the mistake of thinking that if you add up the past, you sum up the future; I forgot how frequently life astonishes us.

To offer the complexities of life as an excuse for not addressing oneself to the simpler, more manageable (trivial) aspects of daily existence is a perversity often indulged in by artists, husbands, intellectuals -- and critics of the Women's Movement.