At twenty-eight I'd had a handful of beaux, but had only been in love once, and that had been awful enough to make me doubt men and myself for a good….

I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone..

If I can write one sentence, simple and true every day, I'll be satisfied..

Ernest once told me that the word paradise was a Persian words that meant walled garden. I knew then that he understood how necessary the promises we….

But love is love. It makes you do terribly stupid things..

I would gladly have climbed out of my skin and into his that night, because I believed that was what love meant..

People belong to each other only as long as they both believe. He stopped believing..

To marry was to say you believed in the future and in the past, too-that history and tradition and hope could stay knit together to hold you up..

Don't tell readers what to think. Let the action speak for itself..

Books could be an incredible adventure. I stayed under my blanket and barely moved, and no one would have guessed how my mind raced and my heart soar….

Nothing hurts if you don't let it..

There was only today to throw yourself into without thinking about tomorrow, let alone forever. To keep you from thinking, there was liquor, an ocean….

I'd had my share of rain. My mother's illness ... had weighed on me, but the years before had been heavy, too. I was only twenty eight..

She was also incredibly confident, with a way of moving and talking that communicated that she didn't need anyone to tell her she was beautiful or wo….

How unbelievably naive we both were that night. We clung hard to each other, making vows we couldn't keep and should never have spoken aloud. That's ….

Dogs are easy. If their tails are up and their eyes are soft, you're in..

Sometimes I wish we could rub out all of our mistakes and start fresh, from the beginning,' I said. 'And sometimes I think there isn't anything to us….

Maybe no one can know how it is for anyone else..

And sometimes I think there isn’t anything to us but our mistakes..

... and yet he could also be very charming, in a bookish, infinitely apologetic way..

Though I often looked for one, I finally had to admit that there could be no cure for Paris..