I went to a women's college. ... it was a little like learning to swim while holding on to the side of the pool; I didn't learn the arm movements until after I graduated, but by that time I was one hell of a kicker.

When I'm falling, my girlfriends are my soft landing.

There is a little boy inside the man who is my brother... Oh, how I hated that little boy. And how I love him too.

I do a lot of mental work before I ever start writing.

In a democratic society, the only treason is silence.

I believe that in a contest between the living and the almost living, the latter must, if necessary, give way to the will of the former.

I conveniently forgot to remember that people only have two hands, or, as another parent once said of having a third child, it's time for a zone defense instead of man-to-man.