I want to put my hand out and touch you. I want to do for you and care for you. I want to be there when you're sick and when you're lonesome.

Mothers and daughters are part of each other's consciousness, in different degrees and in a different way, but still with the mutual sense of something which has always been there. A real mother is just a habit of thought to her children.

...I have always lived on contrasts! To me the only death is monotony. Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.

Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them.

...and wondering where he had read that clever liars give details, but that the cleverest do not.

The moment my eyes fell on him, I was content.

It was harder to drown at sunrise than in darkness.