I have spent my life waiting for something to happen,’ she said. ‘And I have come to understand that nothing will. Or it already has, and I blinked during that moment and it's gone. I don't know which is worse — to have missed it or to know there is nothing to miss.’ Falling Angels

Don't write about what you know - write about what you're interested in. Don't write about yourself - you aren't as interesting as you think.

We say very little, for we do not need to. We are silent together, each in her own world, knowing the other is just at her back.

As I get older, I use less jewelry - necklace or earrings each morning, not both; my clothes are getting more basic - fewer colours and simpler cuts; and my make-up is stripped back to basics.

I didn't move. I've learned from years of experience that dogs and falcons and ladies come back to you if you stay where you are.

I wanted to wear the mantle and the pearls. I wanted to know the man who painted her like that.

You're so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.