We hide the truer part of ourselves when we love.

shadows of love, inebriations of love, foretastes of love, trickles of love, but never yet the one true love.

I always want to be in love, always. It's like being a tuning fork.

In every question and every remark tossed back and forth between lovers who have not played out the last fugue, there is one question and it is this: Is there someone new?

Writers are always anxious, always on the run--from the telephone, from responsibilities, from the distractions of the world.

It's not the vote women need, we should be armed.

Wherever there were horses or ponies the mushrooms always sprang up.