I am sorry that our friendship, or whatever name one may give to the obsessive relationship which has bound us together for so many years, should end in this way. This is not the place to utter its elegy.
I daresay anything can be made holy by being sincerely worshipped.
There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the whole time to have such things about us.
In philosophy if you aren't moving at a snail's pace you aren't moving at all.
I think being a woman is like being Irish. Everyone says you're important and nice, but you take second place all the same.