Everything matters, but nothing matters very much.

She was luxuriously tired and her muscles felt sore from the unaccustomed strain of riding astride. Nothing had ever tasted so good as the cool golden ale she swallowed from a pewter tankard. She slept deeply that night and longer than she had intended.

the end of anything is a relief. In every relationship, even the most valuable, there are certain unpleasant tensions - and the ending of it snaps those taut inner wires.

There's one thing I've always known: You can let people suspect anything else about you, but you must never let them suspect you of knowing what you're doing.

I guess experience is just learning at first hand the things you knew all along anyway.

I think Americans love success - but hate the people who have it.

Half the joys and half the sorrows of this world are discovered in bed.