Real love is a pilgrimage. It happens when there is no strategy, but it is very rare because most people are strategists.
The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.
The lessons taught in great books are misleading. The commerce in life is rarely so simple and never so just.
There are moments when you feel free, moments when you have energy, moments when you have hope, but you can't rely on any of these things to see you through. Circumstances do that.
Time misspent in youth is sometimes all the freedom one ever has.
What is interesting about self-analysis is that it leads nowhere - it is an art form in itself.
Writing novels preserves you in a state of innocence - a lot passes you by - simply because your attention is otherwise diverted.
You can never betray the people who are dead, so you go on being a public Jew; the dead can't answer slurs, but I'm here. I would love to think that Jesus wants me for a sunbeam, but he doesn't.
You have no idea how promising the world begins to look once you have decided to have it all for yourself. And how much healthier your decisions are once they become entirely selfish.
You never know what you will learn till you start writing. Then you discover truths you never knew existed.
All good fortune is a gift of the gods, and you don't win the favor of the ancient gods by being good, but by being bold.
In real life, of course, it is the hare that wins. Every time. Look around you.
Accountability in friendship is the equivalent of love without strategy.
A man of such obvious and exemplary charm must be a liar.
A complete woman is probably not a very admirable creature. She is manipulative, uses other people to get her own way, and works within whatever system she is in.