I came to a clear conclusion, and it is a universal one: To live, to struggle, to be in love with life--in love with all life holds, joyful or sorrowful--is fulfillment. The fullness of life is open to all of us.

I need someone. I need to hold somebody close. And I need more than this holding. I need someone to understand how I feel at a time like now. And the understanding must be part of the holding.

People always think that happiness is a faraway thing … something complicated and hard to get. Yet, what little things can make it up.

Some people do crossword puzzles. I do books.

Oh time...time, pass so that I forget! Oh time, Great Healer, pass over me and let me forget.

It doesn't take long to write things of which you know nothing. When you write of actual things, it takes longer, because you have to live them first.

Books became her friends, and there was one for every mood.