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.

I think the best way to waste time is to try to save time.

It amused me to think that one can tell the truth when one is drunk and nobody will believe it.

There is no such thing as an ideal man. The ideal man is the man you love at the moment.

I've tried very hard and I've never found any resemblance between the people I know and the people in my novels.

In love, as in finance, only the rich can get credit.

One partner is always more in love than the other.