The truth is that I hate to think about other people reading my books," Miranda said. "It's like watching someone go through the box of private stuff that I keep under my bed.

She began to feel the sense of wonderful elation that always came to her when beauty took hold of her and made her forget her fears.

Everything we do, our entire interior monologue, is prayer.

We know you have a great mind and all, Mother, but you don’t have much sense.

If we aren't capable of being hurt we aren't capable of feeling joy.

The naked intellect is an extraordinarily inaccurate instrument.

When a promise is broken, the promise still remains. In one way or another, we are all unfaithful to each other, and physical unfaithfulness is not the worst kind there is.