Life is difficult enough without Meryl Streep movies.

He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone.

One always likes one's latest book best. That's a natural feeling.

All human life has its seasons and cycles, and no one's personal chaos can be permanent. Winter, after all, gives way to spring and summer, though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, and that summer, but they do, and always.

She had only one flaw. She was perfect, otherwise whe was perfect.

She was a triumph over ugliness, so often more beguiling than real beauty, if only because it contains paradox.

I’ve tried that. I’ve tried aspirin, too. Rusty thinks I should smoke marijuana, and I did for a while, but it only makes me giggle. What I’ve found does the most good is just to get into a taxi and go to Tiffany’s. It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not with those kind men in their nice suits, and that lovely smell of silver and alligator wallets. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany’s, then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name.