A woman asks little of love: only that she be able to feel like a heroine.

We're seldom drawn to a character we admire; only to a personality we like.

The poor have the same basic pleasures as the rich, and the rich will always resent it.

People are like birds: on the wing, all beautiful; up close, all beady little eyes.

Neurotics think of the past with resentment, and the future with dread; the present just doesn't exist.

Hate leaves ugly scars, love leaves beautiful ones.

Few of us write great novels; all of us live them.