You just remember what you want to remember. You only know what your heart allows you to know.

{Karen Lundegaard} was quite frail, debilitated by metastatic breast cancer, which she had long known she had but for which she had been unable to get adequate treatment because she lacked medical...

Was there ever a great true love? Anyone who became the object of my obsession and not simply my affections?...I could not let myself become that unmindful. Isn't that what love is - losing your mind?...

When the anesthesia of love wears off,you suffer the pain of consequence.

I read to escape to a more interesting world, not to be locked up in a sweltering prison and find myself vicariously standing among people who are tortured beyond the limits of sanity.

I had thus learned to push down my feelings, to force myself to not care, to do nothing and let things happen, come what may.

I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I had placed them.

I was greedy, she warned, and could not fill my heart with enough pleasure, my stomach with enough contentment, my body with enough sleep. I was like a rice basket with a rat hole at the bottom, and...

A good government had to guide its people, sometimes gently, sometimes strictly, just as parents did. It could allow certain freedoms, but in a style that suited the country.

The only thing certain in times of great uncertainty is that people will behave with great strength or weakness, and with very little else in between.

...A painting was a translation of the language of my heart.

You don't care what people think. You don't see your beloved's faults, the slight stinginess, the bit of carelessness, the occasional streak of meanness. You don't mind that he is beneath you...

While it is good to speak well, it is better to speak the truth.

I have loved works of fiction precisely for their illusions, for the author's sleight-of-hand in showing me the magic, what appeared in the right hand but not in the left...

With hope, a mind is always free.

You can't have intentions without consequences. The question is, who pays for the consequences? Saving fish from drowning. Same thing. Who's saved? Who's not?

A pious man explained to his followers: 'It is evil to take lives and noble to save them. Each day I pledge to save a hundred lives. I drop my net in the lake and scoop out a hundred fishes. I place...

From what I have observed, when the anesthesia of love wears off, there is always the pain of consequences. You don't have to be stupid to marry the wrong man.

You remember only what you want to remember. You know only what your heart allows you to know.

I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.