I am old enough to know only too well my good and bad qualities, which were often one in the same.

Gone were my girlish ideas about romantic love and my later ideas about sexual love. From Yi, I learned to appreciate deep-heart love. Peony in Love

When people are alive they love, when they die, they keep loving. If love ends when person dies, that is not real love

A brave heart? It feels like a swollen and aching thing in my chest.

I think all women have a friend who at some point dumped them or betrayed them or deeply disappointed them. And at the same time all women have a friend who they dumped or betrayed or hurt in some way. That's universal in women's friendships.

I write a thousand words a day.

People write to me all the time, and I write back.