... everyone must play his role.

I expect that any day now, I will have said all I have to say; I'll have used up all my characters, and then I'll be free to get on with my real life.

While armchair travelers dream of going places, traveling armchairs dream of staying put.

I was standing in the schoolyard waiting for a child when another mother came up to me. Have you found work yet? she asked. Or are you still just writing?

I'm too shy for personal appearances, and I've found out that anytime I talk about my writing, I can't do any writing for many weeks afterward.

It struck her all at once that dealing with other human beings was an awful lot of work.

I've never quite believed that one chance is all I get