When you write things down, they sometimes take you places you hadn't planned.

Unlike men, women got less sentimental as we aged, I was discovering.

I certainly incorporate facts into my fiction. I take the basic facts from the life of my subject and I pick and choose what to use to construct a really interesting novel. I don't let facts get in the way of my imagination and my exploration of the subject's emotions and relationships.

What very mysterious things days were. Sometimes they fly by, and other times they seem to last forever, yet they are all exactly twenty-four hours. There's quite a lot we don't know about them.

Why were there so many barriers between us, always? Barriers of clothing, of etiquette, of time and age and reason.

Never would I allow my size to define me. Instead I would define it.

Why, then, did I always feel as if his happiness was my responsibility? It wasn't fair for him to burden me with that. It had never been fair.