Of course I loved books more than people.

In this cruel world kindness should always be repaid.

Fate, at first so amenable, so reasonable, so open to negotiation, ends up by exacting a cruel revenge for happiness.

Readers are fools. They believe all writing is autobiographical. And so it is, but not in the way they think. The writer's life needs time to rot away before it can be used to nourish a work of fiction. it must be allowed to decay.

Of course I loved books more than people.

She could not read a book for fear of the feelings she might find in it.

Sometimes when you open the door to the past, what you confront is your destiny.