I feel sorry for men. They have more problems than women, because they now have to compete with women.

One can never speak enough of the virtues, the dangers, the power of shared laughter.

I shall live badly if I do not write, and I shall write badly if I do not live.

One partner is always more in love than the other.

I feel sorry for men. They have more problems than women, because they now have to compete with women.

He lifted me up and held me close against him, my head on his shoulder. At that moment I loved him. In the morning light he was as golden, as soft, as gentle as myself, and he would protect me.

For this was the round of love: fear which leads on desire, tenderness and fury, and that brutal anguish which triumphantly follows pleasure.