It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart.

After forty years of marriage we still stood with broken swords in our hands.

Why do birds sing in the morning? It's the triumphant shout: 'We got through another night!'

One never knows when one is old for certain.

I am not a born writer, but I was born a writer.

An only child is never twelve.

Let this serve as an axiom to every lover: A woman who refuses lunch refuses everything.