Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense.

Love easily confuses us because it is always in flux between illusion and substance, between memory and wish, between contentment and need.

I started writing when I was 5 years old. I would dictate stories to my mother, and she would copy them in a scrapbook. If she changed anything to make it, in her opinion, better, I would throw a tantrum.

Those people who recognise that imagination is reality's master, we call sages, and those who act upon it, we call artists.

Though February lay about her shoulders like a cloak of lead.

Of the Seven Dwarfs, the only one who shaved was Dopey. That should tell us something about the wisdom of shaving.

Never be afraid to make a fool of yourself. The furthest out you can go is the best place to be.