You don't bless what you love...It's when you want to love and you can't manage it. You stretch out your hands and you say God forgive me that I can't love but bless this thing anyway...We have to bless what we hate...It would be better to love, but that's not always possible.

Love taught me that your honour did but jest.

The economy of a novelist is a little like that of a careful housewife who is unwilling to throw away anything that might perhaps serve its turn.

It's a strange thing to discover and to believe that you are loved when you know that there is nothing in you for anybody but a parent or a God to love.

Suffering is not increased by numbers; one body can contain all the suffering the world can feel.

Our worst enemies here are not the ignorant and simple, however cruel; our worst enemies are the intelligent and corrupt

I had never known her before and I had never loved her so much. The more we know the more we love, I thought.