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.

happiness has always seemed to me a great achievement.

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.

The one thing I regret is that I will never have time to read all the books I want to read.

No one, but no one, ever behaves 'well' in bed unless they love or are loved - two conditions seldom fulfilled.

Writing is just having a sheet of paper, a pen and not a shadow of an idea of what you are going to say.

To jealousy, nothing is more frightful than laughter.