What can I have that I still want?

People who cannot feel punish those who do.

For any writer who wants to keep a journal, be alive to everything, not just to what you're feeling, but also to your pets, to flowers, to what you're reading.

For inside all the weakness of old age, the spirit, God knows, is as mercurial as it ever was.

Human relations just are not fixed in their orbits like the planets -- they're more like galaxies, changing all the time, exploding into light for years, then dying away.

Love opens the doors into everything, as far as I can see, including and perhaps most of all, the door into one's own secret, and often terrible and frightening, real self.

A good marriage shuts out a very great deal.