Promiscuity is the death of love.

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

She said the reason that love is so painful is that it always amounts to two people wanting more than two people can give.

All my life I had feared imprisonment, the nun's cell, the hospital bed, the places where one faced the self without distraction, without the crutches of other people.

Books everywhere. On the shelves and on the small space above the rows of books and all along the floor and under chairs, books that I have read, books that I have not read.

jealousy is the direct result of self-betrayal.

I have some women friends but I prefer men. Dont trust women. There is a built-in competition between women.