Anything outside marriage seems like freedom and excitement.

My friends and the people who are close to me know what I am. And that is enough.

In my subconscious, my books were part of a single emotional journey.

August. We were arguing. You want love to be like this every day don't you? 92 degrees even in the shade.

Her butler opened it for her. His name was Boredom. She said, 'Boredom, fetch me a plaything.' He said 'Very good ma'am,' and putting on his white gloves so that fingerprints would not show he tapped at my heart and I thought he said his name was Love.

There's no such thing as effortless beauty - you should know that. There's no effort which is not beautiful - lifting a heavy stone or loving you. Loving you is like lifting a heavy stone. It would be easier not to do it and I'm not quite sure why I am doing it. It takes all my strength and all my determination, and I said I wouldn't love someone again like this. Is there any sense in loving someone you can only wake up to by chance?

I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.