The hardest part is believing in yourself at the notebook stage. It is like believing in dreams in the morning.

In any triangle, who is the betrayer, who the unseen rival, and who the humiliated lover? Oneself, oneself, and no one but oneself!

Love is everything it's cracked up to be. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for.

Once I worshipped Keats for dying young. Now I think it's braver to die old.

I believe that women should live for love, for motherhood and for intellect, and I believe we shouldn't have to choose. And I believe that's always been difficult for women, to express themselves intellectually, maternally, and passionately.

At times it is strangely sedative to know the extent of your own powerlessness.

Really true intimacy is rare and it depends on other things besides sex.