There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears.

That is salvation. To give of love inside. To keep love of life, no matter what, and give to others. Generously.

I felt the first man I slept with must be intelligent, so I could respect him.

No day is safe from news of you.

Not being perfect hurts.

England offers new comforts. I could write a novel there.

I thought how strange it had never occurred to me before that I was only purely happy until I was nine years old.