Love did not have to make sense. It did not have to be worthy. It did not have to be earned. It did not have to woo. It just simply was.

Every moment is a moment of decision, and every moment turns us inexorably in the direction of the rest of our lives.

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.

Tears never were worth the effort of crying them.

Nothing is permanently perfect. But there are perfect moments and the will to choose what will bring about more perfect moments.

Sometimes now was enough. Sometimes it was everything.

There is nothing worse, is there," she said, "than a past that has never been fully dealt with. One can convince oneself, that it is all safely in the past and forgotten about, but the very fact that we can tell ourselves that it is forgotten proves that it is not.