I am not a perfect friend, and it is impossible not to rebuff or be rebuffed if you move about the world.

Sometimes what we call love is just a settling of old scores, or a seeking of forbidden pain, or a circuitous path to the kingdom of cruelty, or she may simply have confused lack of capital with heroism while searching for rescue without knowing from what.

Many writers do write about their families and their immediate loved ones and love experiences, either as children or as adults. And very often people get offended by it.

They want to play at being mothers. So let them. Expressing tenderness in their own way will not prevent girls from enjoying a successful career in the future; indeed, the ability to nurture is as valuable a skill in the workplace as the ability to lead.

Friendship needs both confidences and confidence in the other's outstretched hand.

We flashed our feathers when the feathers were fit to be flashed, and now, in drearier days, many stay indoors.

I feel that the world needs writers. We need to know what's really going on.