This is fusion, when two people become one. They are so close and so well suited to each other that they blend together. They merge and can't live without each other after that.

Life wasn't always easy, and had a way of filing down the sharp corners and rough edges.

Becky had sent her as souvenirs of her.

I don't want to make a mistake and marry the wrong woman. I'd rather be alone.

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Don't hate anyone, Beata said quietly. It's too much work. And it only poisons you.

That's what makes you so interesting, Fiona. All the male CEOs I meet are press whores. You aren't. And they bore me to extinction. They're dying to have me write about them. You won't give me a five -minute interview, and I won a Pulitzer, for chrissake.

I once looked like Norman Mailer in a picture with bad lighting.

It was the cruelest of destiny's tricks, the death of a young person.

She had no idea where the future would lead her or what it would look like, but whatever happened, she was determined to survive it.

The other girl was fifteen, and she was expecting.

If you let life pass you by now, it won't ever come back. You don't get another chance.

It was frightening to realize how fast things could go wrong.

Love is messy. If you really love someone, you can't avoid the pain. People die, people leave, things change, but sometimes it all works.

She was starving for friendship.

You need to wake yourself up and take a grab at life. No one is going to hand it to you.

Nothing is forever, but there's a continuing stream of people who go through our lives and continue with us... Nothing just stops and stays... But it flows on... Like a river...

I try to give people hope. Even though life is bleak, there's hope out there.

There was something much greater she needed to feed her soul, and perhaps one day soon she would go...

Love is a shooting star that lands in your heart, and lives forever.

She felt lately as though she had served her purpose, done her job, and been dispensed with, not only by her children, but by her husband as well.

I love you and I will until the end of time.And just as she said the words, two bright stars drifted past them overhead and disappeared into the night sky together...

A bad review is like baking a cake with all the best ingredients and having someone sit on it.

It's difficult to talk to people... I walk into a room and I'm Danielle Steel, and whatever I say is going to be taken apart.

Some things in life are worth waiting for.

I still have this crazy idea.

People do strange things sometimes, when they feel hopeless.

The conclusion to be drawn is that I am happiest writing in small rooms. They make me feel comfortable and secure. And it took me years to figure out that I need to write in a corner. Like a small animal burrowing into its hole, I shift furniture around, and back myself into a cozy corner, with my back to the wall … and then I can write.

It's hard being visible, so I've made myself invisible.

The usual way - through a long series of rejections, revising my manuscripts, and kept trying again and again. Finally I was fortunate enough to find a good agent.

I want to be Miss Universe when I grow up.

Sometimes life will make you give up what you love most.

Hang in. We'll make it. We all have each other.

I'm astonished by my success.

Love is quite violent. It is so painful at times, so devastating. And there is nothing worse or better. We find the highs and lows equally unbearable. But then again, the absence of them is more so.

You have to move forward in life. You can't sit in the same place, unless you want to, that's a choice too. But you can't sit there because someone else says you have to, because your moving forward makes them uncomfortable.

I'm astonished by my success. I wrote because I needed to and wanted to. It never occurred to me that I'd become famous.

You have more balls than a Christmas tree.

She felt like she was leaving home, and had no idea when she'd be back again, if ever.

Writing is a solitary endeavor, but not a lonely one. When you write, your world is populated by the characters you invent, and you feel those people filling your life.

Most of us don't see it that way, but there are chapters in our lives, he said quietly. We want to believe that the same characters will be in the story forever. But it rarely seems to work out that way. Some characters leave the story, others come along. It keeps it lively and surprising, don't you think?

I always try to write about believable people.

I try to write about the stuff that torments us all.

Do you sit home like the Virgin Mary waiting for Prince Charming to come along? Or do you go out with Prince not-so-charming and at least get out of the house and have some fun while you wait for the right guy to come along?

Perfume is like a personal signature, which is why I like to mix my own. For years I've paired Femme by Rochas with Shalimar and love the results.

I have these wonderful homes, and no one to share them with.

The homeless need so many things from us. In addition to housing, medical care, mental health care, and job training, they need a strong hand to help them up. And aside from what we can do practically, we need to share our strength and give them hope: the hope that things can change, and the courage to hang on.

I wish I were brave, although I try. I work too hard and don't play enough. Too much work ethic, not enough 'fun'.

I'm one of them. The weirdos and the freaks. My point was that it's ok to be different, and from now on we'd better be, if we're going to make something of ourselves. It's the one thing I learned in school. Different is ok. -Victoria.