For nothing is so hard to hear as that which is half known, and evaded. One never denies so hotly as in denying to one's self what one fears is true, and one never resents so bitterly as in resenting that which one cannot say one has the right to resent.

In writing ... remember that the biggest stories are not written about wars, or about politics, or even murders. The biggest stories are written about the things which draw human beings closer together.

What we seek we do not find - that would be too trim and tidy for so reckless and opulent a thing as life. It is something else we find.

It is through suppression that hells are formed in us.

To cease to love -- that is defeat.

The facts of another's life do not illumine. Only when we know the heart can we know that life. Only the feeling that made the days can light them.

We all go through the same things - it's all just a different kind of the same thing.