It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.

Sex is like money; only too much is enough.

There is no such thing as static happiness. Happiness is a mixed thing, a thing compounded of sacrifices, and losses, and betrayals.

She had willed herself open to him and knew that the chemistry of love was all within her, her doing. Even his power to wound her with neglect was a power she had created and granted ...

In the vacuum of the heart love falls forever.

An affair wants to spill, to share its glory with the world. No act is so private it does not seek applause.