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

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

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

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.

No one ever has time to examine himself honestly, and most people look no further than their neighbors' eyes, in which they may see their own reflection.

There are moments when you feel trapped, ill at ease. A year later the same feeling can turn out to be the theme of a book.

It is healthier to see the good points of others than to analyze our own bad ones.