When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw myself.

Nobody knows anything about Shakespeare the person. It's all legend, it is all rumor.

Trust me, I'm telling you stories.

Cheating is easy. There's no swank to infidelity. To borrow against the trust someone has placed in you costs nothing at first. You get away with it, you take a little more and a little more until there is no more to draw on. Oddly, your hands should be full with all that taking but when you open them there's nothing there.

I think of myself in a continuum as a woman. Two hundred years ago, it would have been very difficult for me to write at all.

You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back without asking?

What is more humiliating than finding the object of your love unworthy?