The old dreams were good dreams; they didn't work out but I'm glad I had them.

And in that moment, everything I knew to be true about myself up until then was gone. I was acting like another woman, yet I was more myself than ever before.

For we have come by different ways to this place... I can tell by the natural ease with which you wear fine clothes and the way your mouth moves when you speak with waiters in good restaurants. You have come the way of castles and cathedrals, of elegance and empire.

The human heart has a way of making itself large again even after it's been broken into a million pieces.

One great love in a single lifetime was enough for anyone.

The road is a strange place. Shuffling along, I looked up and you were there walking across the grass toward my truck on an August day. In retrospect, it seems inevitable - it could not have been any other way-- a case of what I call the high probability of the improbable

Analysis destroys wholes. Some things, magic things, are meant to stay whole. If you look at their pieces, they go away.