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 found myself both touched and irritated by the discovery that she was vulnerable.

All my life, I will continue obstinately to write about love, solitude and passion among the kind of people I know. The rest don't interest me.

It isn't common sense that is paramount in this world, it's wishful thinking.

Love is worth whatever it costs.

Every little girl knows about love. It is only her capacity to suffer because of it that increases.

To jealousy, nothing is more frightful than laughter.