People who love work, love life.

Harriet never minded admitting she didn't know something. So what, she thought, I could always learn.

Life is a struggle and a good spy gets in there and fights.

LIFE IS A GREAT MYSTERY. IS EVERYBODY A DIFFERENT PERSON WHEN THEY ARE WITH SOMEBODY ELSE?

I feel there's a funny little hole in me that wasn't there before, like a splinter in your finger, but this is somewhere above my stomach.

Gone is gone. I never miss anything or anyone because it all becomes a lovely memory. I guard my memories and love them, but I don't get in them and lie down.

When people don't do anything they don't think anything, and when people don't think anything there's nothing to think about them.