It was time to take the pumpkin out of the pot and eat it. In the final analysis, that was what solved these big problems of life. You could think and think and get nowhere, but you still had to eat your pumpkin. That brought you down to earth. That gave you a reason for going on. Pumpkin.

We don't forget.... Our heads may be small, but they are as full of memories as the sky may sometimes be full of swarming bees, thousands and thousands of memories, of smells, of places, of little things that happened to us and which came back, unexpectedly, to remind us who we are.

There are many women whose lives would be immeasurably improved by widowhood, but one should not always point that out.

At night we are all strangers, even to ourselves.

As a writer, you have to realize that people want to like the characters, so you have to be careful to keep them involved.

I've always had a creative urge and I get immense satisfaction from creating something because it feels like I'm making sense of the world and imposing order on it.

It's a different sort of love taht puts up with illness. Old love.