Audrey, if you had the choice, would you rather be his muse or be in his arms?" "I want to be both. I know it's the exception rather than the rule, but I can't hepl what I want.

First love, " said Ida with a sigh. "That's the one that kills you.

Because sooner or later, all kinds of love - crazy love, wild love- fade into the same thing. The love becomes old and predictable -safe.

That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.

I can't believe how hard it is. The pain is indescribable. It's like I've been turned into sandstone and my insides are being slowly hollowed out by a chisel and mallet.

Your first love isn't the first person you give your heart to- it's the first one who beaks it.

Our emotions pull us in different directions. The stronger the emotion, the greater the pull. Feelings are not always practical, nor do they make any logical sense. That's just the way it goes.

You can create something that is pure genius, but you have to get your timing right.

Writing is a conduit. It opens up a passageway into the past. Not just for the writer, but for the reader too. Both readers and writer are linked by the commonality of human experience.

A woman is only as beautiful as she believes she is, if she can't convince herself, no one else can.

Wonder isn't about finding answers

Thats the trick of growing up. Nothing stays the same." Hook sounded oddly sympathetic. "You see the faults in everything. Including yourself.

Civilization is nothing more than the effort to reduce the use of force to the last resort.

I call myself an addicted organizer.

[Apollo 7 was] an expedition of the mind, not of the heart.

Fairness does not consist so much of everybody's doing the same thing, but of everybody's being willing to do something that others don't want to do.

She was the prettiest, silliest, most affected, husband-hunting butterfly ever.

This was how I was dealing with everyone and everything lately, taking the good when it came, and the bad the same way, knowing each would pass in its own time.

The visible sign of utter love is an undying smile.