Change from despair to joy he made her extremely beautiful.

Perhaps, she had dreamed, she would teach some future King, shaping his child mind for a new and better world.

Was she insane?! She would lose her head before she was 20!

She had become so much more accustomed to hard work and opposition than to adulation that the only emotion she had felt had been one of acute discomfort.

The nonchalance irritated her more because it was not assumed.

Friends never turn as enemies. If they did, they were never your friends at all.

There's a rule, I think. You get what you want in life, but not your second choice too.

To help yourself, you must be yourself. Be the best that you can be. When you make a mistake, learn from it, pick yourself up and move on.

That common cold of the male psyche, fear of commitment.

I think too many artists from my era tend to just stamp out a record.

If [God] has work for me to do, I cannot die.

I would like to die as I have lived disappear among the tundra winds be transformed into birdsong

I think the French have come to grips with their past, and that was true up until about - until the '70s. And then there were things like the film "The Sorrow And The Pity."

There seems to be a strange affectation in authors of appearing to have done everything by chance.