... they have never seen you ... I would recognize you anywhere.

What is writing, no matter how lavish the pieces, if it says nothing of the truth, cares little for the heart, and is merely subservient to the pleasure of showing one's brilliance.

The real ordeal is not leaving those you love but learning to live without those who don't love you.

This pause in time, within time ... When did I first experience the exquisite sense of surrender that is only possible with another person? The peace of mind one experiences on one's own, one's certainty of self in the serenity of solitude, are nothing in comparison to the release and openness and fluency one shares with another, in close companionship.

The only purpose of cats is that they constitute mobile decorative objects.

We can be friends. We can be anything we want to be.

If you have but one friend, make sure you choose her well.