To save my son, I would plot with the devil himself.

Anyone can attract a man. The trick is to keep him.

I would be very, very uncomfortable at teaching, at dreaming to teach, people things.

He had taken George, my beloved George, from me. And he had taken my other self: Anne.

I wanted the heat and the sweat and the passion of a man that I could love and trust. And I wanted to give myself to him: not for advantage, but for desire.

There are many sorts of love. And when you love a man who is less than you dreamed, you have to make allowances for the difference between a real man and a dream. Sometimes you have to forgive him. Perhaps you even have to forgive him often. But forgiveness often comes with love.

The wheel of fortune [...] tells us that we all only want victory. We all want to triumph. But we all have to learn to endure what comes. We have to learn to treat misfortune and great fortune with indifference. That is wisdom.