“Writing is like sex. First you do it for love, then you do it for your friends, and then you do it for money.”

The extraordinary woman depends on the ordinary woman.

I will go down with my colours flying.

Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.

Love had a thousand shapes.

It was a silly, silly dream, being unhappy.

I see you everywhere, in the stars, in the river, to me you’re everything that exists; the reality of everything.

I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

We are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself.

I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.

A self that goes on changing is a self that goes on living.

The mind must be allowed to settle undisturbed over the object in order to secrete the pearl.

I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realises an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past.

When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter very much, do they?

A light here required a shadow there.

Illusions are to the soul what atmosphere is to the earth.

I Used to have friends now but I got enemies.

Be who you are and say what you feel because those who mind don’t matter and those who matter don’t mind.

Love for food has always been the basis of this friendFish.

When carrying a jar of honey to give to a friend for his birthday, don’t stop and eat it along the way.

In a thousand ways my friends turned my limitations into beautiful privileges.

Misfortune shows those who are not really friends.

If you have three people in your life that you can trust, you can consider yourself the luckiest person in the whole world.

A good writer possesses not only his own spirit but also the spirit of his friends.