“Love had a thousand shapes.”

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.

A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.

To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is, at last, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away.

You cannot find peace by avoiding life.

Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

Be truthful, and the result is bound to be amazingly interesting.

Someone has to die in order that the rest of us should value life more.

Distorted realities have always been my cup of tea.

Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own. Above all be pure.

I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.

For books continue each other, in spite of our habit of judging them separately.

In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.

It is a thousand pities never to say what one feels.

I have lost friends, some by death, others by sheer inability to cross the street.

I like going from one lighted room to another, such is my brain to me; lighted rooms.

I give you my hand, I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself?

In our time together, you claimed a special place in my heart, one I’ll carry with me forever and that no one can ever replace.

The secret to happiness is having low expectations.

I want to wake up with you beside me in the mornings. I want to spend my evenings looking at you across the dinner table. I want to share every mundane detail of my day with you and hear every detail of yours. I want to laugh with you and fall asleep with you in my arms.

The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.

You are the best thing that’s ever been mine.

She is like moonlight. I never felt the darkness in her shadow.

She is not perfect. You are not perfect. The question is whether or not you are perfect for each other.