Who can't like pigs? They're wonderful creatures! I've always liked pigs.

I'm interested in character and dialogue and exchange of ideas.

She was made for untidy rooms and rumpled beds.

You can go through life and make new friends every year - every month practically - but there was never any substitute for those friendships of childhood that survive into adult years. Those are the ones in which we are bound to one another with hoops of steel.

The point about love, the essential point, was that we loved what we loved. We did not choose. We just loved.

International business, once allowed to stalk uncontrolled, killed the local, the small, the quirky.

Writers obviously have to bear witness to the harsh face of the age.