I learned that sex was not a question of victory or defeat, of pleasure or profit: of a hand's manipulation and a physical response: I learned that in its purest pleasure it belongs to neither of those who practise it, in the same way as a child belongs to neither parent: it is a free spirit: it simply exists.

Never defend yourself; agree with your critics, it takes the wind out of their sails.

Only one thing registers on the subconscious mind: repetitive application - practice. What you practice is what you manifest.

Prudence says one thing, desire says another, and I'd rather go with desire any time.

Marriage is what happens when one at least of the partners doesn't want the other to get away.

Style is what's there when you look at someone's writing and you know that they wrote it and nobody else did.

Letters crossing in the post, unfamiliar tunes heard three times in one day, the way that blows of fate descend upon the same bowed shoulders, and the beams of good fortune glow perpetually upon the blessed. Fairy tales, as I said, are lived out daily. There is far more going on in the world than we ever imagine.