It's basically impossible for everybody's justice to prevail or everybody's happiness to triumph, so chaos takes over.

So this was how secrets got started, I thought to myself. People constructed them little by little.

Time passes slowly. Nobody says a word, everyone lost in quiet reading. One person sits at a desk jotting down notes, but the rest are sitting there silently, not moving, totally absorbed. Just like me.

two people can sleep in the same bed and still be alone when they close their eyes

No matter what form the relationship might take, he was the only person she could picture sharing her life with.

Sometimes I wonder why I'm a novelist right now. There is no definite career reason why I became a writer. Something happened, and I became a writer. And now I'm a successful writer.

It's a question of attitude. If you really work at something you can do it up to a point. If you really work at being happy you can do it up to a point. But anything more than that you can't. Anything more than that is luck.