...she had to content herself with loving and suffering in silence...

I need to write about love. I need to think and think and write and write about love-otherwise, my soul won't survive.

He felt that his career was leading him to a point where he would become dependent on success, and that frightened him, because he had seen a lot of people plummet from the heights.

I have discovered the reason why a man pays for a woman: he wants to be happy.

It's really easy being as romantic as people in the movies, don't you think?

The world enjoys suffering and pain. There's sadism in the way we look at these things, and masochism in our conclusion that we don't need to know all this in order to be happy, and yet we watch other people's tragedies and sometimes suffer along with them.

That embrace in which two bodies refuse to become one again is what we call sex.

I'm a housewife and a prostitute, both of us living in the same body and doing a battle with each other.

Keeping passion at bay or surrendering blindly to it-which of these two attitudes is the least destructive?I don't know.

A writer once said that it is not time that changes man, nor knowledge; the only thing that can change someone's mind is love.