A couple of times, I could have turned a trick. But I didn't want to start. I knew how it would play. When you started thinking it was easy, you were forgetting what it cost.

In our exterior life, we can be only one person. But in our imagination, we can be anyone, anywhere.

My house is modern, but I like my writing room to be old fashioned. I write on a little wooden secretary desk.

Kindness was the last thing she needed. She had to stay in the icy place, the numb place, and their warmth threatened to melt her just when she needed the cold.

No matter how unappealing, each of them imagines he is somehow worthy.

Never apologize. Never explain.

At every moment, each instrument knew what to play. Its little bit. But none could see the whole thing like this, all at once, only its own part. Just like life. Each person was like a line of music, but nobody knew what the symphony sounded like. Only the conductor had the whole score.