I'm an Irish Catholic and I have a long iceberg of guilt.

After that dark woman you search for someone who will fit into the irregular corners of your heart.

Writers really live in the mind and in hotels of the soul.

When you fall in love, it is spring no matter when. Leaves falling make no difference, they are from another season.

She was an auxiliary nurse but training to be a true nurse because that was her calling, to serve mankind. She was a Martha. There were Marys and Marthas, but Marys got all the limelight because of being Christ's handmaiden, but Marthas were far more sincere.

I did not sleep. I never do when I am over-happy, over-unhappy, or in bed with a strange man.

Darkness is drawn to light, but light does not know it; light must absorb the darkness and therefore meet its own extinguishment.