A woman's life can really be a succession of lives, each revolving around some emotionally compelling situation or challenge, and each marked off by some intense experience.

I hate this place. I shall hate it to my grave.

A marriage, even one that goes awry, generates claims and needs that persist like an afterglow long after the emotional fire is burned out.

I look a hundred and weigh 110 - you won't love me when you see the wreck England has made me.

There can be nothing more baffling in a human relationship than silence, the dark loom of doubts and questions unexpressed.

You can never be too rich or too thin.

You have no idea how hard it is to live out a great romance.