The future reshapes the memory of the past in the way it recalibrates significance: some episodes are advanced, others lose purchase.

Remember to breathe. It is after all, the secret of life.

Waking up was a daily cruelty, an affront, and she avoided it by not sleeping.

Indeed, she often wondered if she were dead, or dying from the inside out, and that was the root of her calm, the reason she could surrender her character.

Just my luck, if I believed in luck. I only believe in the opposite of luck, whatever that is.

Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.

The momentum of the mind can be vexingly, involuntarily capricious.

Are you an aberration to your species?' she cried. 'Cats don't look for approval!

And what new life can emerge from a book. Any book, maybe.

We live in our tales of ourselves, she thought, and ignore as best we can the contradictions, and the lapses, and the abrasions of plot against our mortal souls...

When you can't die, she thought, everything sounds like a clock ticking.

Let's not be afraid...there is always a step after the last step.

Suddenly he knew joy and sorrow felted into one fabric. Courage and fear were one thing too.

Monsieur Bienvenu was simply a man who accepted these mysterious questions...and who had in his soul a deep respect for the mystery which enveloped them.

Most of the time we are so busy letting our actions speak for us that nobody can hear our words.

I was supposed to be women's lib, and now I'd exceeded it and gone over into international politics.

I felt I should have been taught about the landmine problem. It made me suddenly realize certain things about the world and how much I had to learn, like the history of the people.

There have been a lotta tough guys. There have been pretenders. And there have been contenders. But there is only one king.

What happened to the good old days of "Woman as passive recipient?" What happened to being courted? What happened to sitting back under a parasol and granting someone a chance to try to win us over?

It's really hard to separate fantasy from reality.

It is, ... kind of a softball atmosphere out there.