Give a man or woman back his self-respect, and in most cases-not all, but most-you also give back that person's ability to think with at least some clarity.

True sorrow is as rare as true love.

I dreamed of you. I dreamed you were wandering in the dark, and so was I. We found each other. We found each other in the dark.

Reading in bed can be heaven, assuming you can get just the right amount of light on the page and aren't prone to spilling your coffee or cognac on the sheets.

It's not the pain I'm afraid of; I know about the pain. What I'm afraid of is the end of this small, sweet dream.

Any word you have to hunt for in a thesaurus is the wrong word. There are no exceptions to this rule.

Clear communication between selves - the surface self and the deep self - is the enemy of self-doubt. It slays confusion.