But the things is, you see, that two people can never actually become one no matter how close they are. And it would not be desirable even if it were possible. What would happen when one of them died? It would leave the other as a half a person, and that would be a dreadful thing. We must each be a whole person and therefore we each need some privacy to be alone with ourselves and our own feelings.

She was not sorry. And if it was the wine telling her that, then she would tell the wine the same thing tomorrow. She was not sorry.

I wish," he said, "I had known at eighteen what I know now - that there are some things on which one does not compromise.

It was so much more comfortable to be able to divide people into heroes and villains and expect them to play their allotted part.

There is no happily-ever-after to run to. We have to work for happiness.

Perhaps she was just looking for love in the wrong places. In all the safe places. What if love was not safe at all?

I do believe in fate, Anne-not the blind fate that gives one no freedom of choice, but a fate that sets down a pattern for each of our lives and gives us choices, numerous choices, by which to find that pattern and be happy.