But even she had figured out that there was no point giving up a great job and following him to the ends of the earth, when he simply refused to make any promises about, or even discuss, the future.

So often people tell me: you got me through this, you've really helped me. And I never realized that part of what I do is that I give people hope.

I'm a terribly irresponsible eater - I love soft-boiled eggs and chocolate. I never met a chocolate I could not eat.

If you let life pass you by now, it won't ever come back. You don't get another chance

Her writing was her only escape, her only means of survival. It was a respite from a cruel world, despite seemingly comfortable surroundings.

I wish I were brave, although I try. I work too hard and don't play enough. Too much work ethic, not enough 'fun'.

This is fusion, when two people become one. They are so close and so well suited to each other that they blend together. They merge and can't live without each other after that.