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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

From a human point of view, out bodily existence is a fairytale. At any rate, to the inhabitants of the human world, 'heaven' and 'the next world' are both nothing but fables.

There is no honor in cruelty.

Sometimes, I think that I love life so much, that I make death jealous...

Never say never. The things that you don't plan are the best. I'm a very spontaneous person.

Whatever a man might do, whatever misery or heartache your children might give you - and they give you a lot - however much your parents irritate you - it doesn't matter because you love them.

I think that somehow, we learn who we really are and then live with that decision.

History is philosophy teaching by example, and also warning; its two eyes are geography and chronology.

All characters are based on elements of a writer's personal experience.

There is something very nice about coming to New York and how everyone smiles - even if they don't mean it. When I go back home to London and say hello to people, they look at me like I'm crazy.

The only thing I use my body for is to carry my brain around.