I felt tears sting into my eyes, and took a deep swallow of the first champagne I had ever tasted, remembering that I had read somewhere that the monk who invented it said, on first tasting it, 'It is like drinking stars'.

I think we all get too caught up in doing instead of just being sometimes.

Somebody said writing is easy, you just sit down at your typewriter and open a vein. It depends on the book. Some, I have to do quite a lot of research, which I like. Others are much closer to me.

I could run nearly naked on a hot, windy beach and plunge without care into a running diamond sea; roll on the sand and fling my arms wide to the sun and still be what I was...young.

It's unimaginable to me that I wouldn't write, but it's very imaginable that I won't write for a little while.

Didn't I say I'd always be your same stars? If you get to missing me, just look up.

Anger is its own excuse and its own reward.