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.

A dress makes no sense unless it inspires men to take it off of you.

Love lasts about seven years. That's how long it takes for the cells of the body to totally replace themselves.

I have loved to the point of madness; That which is called madness, That which to me, Is the only sensible way to love.

For me writing is a question of finding a certain rhythm. I compare it to the rhythms of jazz.

No one is more conventional than a woman who is falling out of love.

I had a strong desire to write and some free time.