They were like people who run to meet, holding out their arms, but their aim is wrong; they pass each other and keep running.

We stay in the house so much because I am waiting for the telephone. I seem to be back in my teens, a period I thought I would never have to endure again: my life is spent hoping for things that only someone else can bring about.

How plotless real life was!

I write because I want more than one life; I insist on a wider selection. It's greed, plain and simple.

She worded it a bit strongly, but I do find myself more and more struck by the differences between the sexes. To put it another way: All marriages are mixed marriages.

It seems to me that since I've had children, I've grown richer and deeper. They may have slowed down my writing for a while, but when I did write, I had more of a self to speak from.

Odd how clear it suddenly became, once a person had died, that the body was the very least of him.