I shall try to tell the truth, but the result will be fiction.

Trust your happiness and the richness of your life at this moment. It is as true and as much yours as anything else that ever happened to you.

Love must be learned and learned again; There is no end.

Your mind outwears all sorts of things you may set your heart upon; you can enjoy it when all other things are taken away.

. . . all that she had had, and all that she had missed, were lost together, and were twice lost in this landslide of remembered losses.

Love is purely a creation of the human imagination, it is merely perhaps the most important of all the examples of how the imagination continually outruns the creature it inhabits.

I started out with nothing in the world but a kind of passion, a driving desire. I don't know where it came from, and I don't know why - or why I have been so stubborn about it that nothing could deflect me. But this thing between me and my writing is the strongest bond I have ever had - stronger than any bond or any engagement with any human being or with any other work I've ever done.