Writing has freed me from the despair of living.
I was brought up among the sort of self-important women who had a husband as one has an alibi.
And without understanding, could each properly love the other?
You can never betray the people who are dead.
Fiction is the great repository of the moral sense. The wicked get punished.
You have no idea how promising the world begins to look once you have decided to have it all for yourself. And how much healthier your decisions are once they become entirely selfish.