Now give me a kiss, say you love me and off you go." "Sure, Aunt Lu," I said, and I gave her the kiss she wanted. Then I ran out and caught my bus. I didn't say I loved her. I guess I did. But asking someone to say they love you--and she always asked--is like buying yourself a birthday present. It's more than likely exactly what you want. But it must make you feel awfully sad to get it.

The cure for unhappiness...It's this: What a person needs is always more than they say.

I want my readers to feel, to think, sometimes to laugh. But most of all I want them to enjoy a good read.

People are freer in America. But there are more tears.

There is a limit to how much a seer wishes to see.

There are those who'd rob a blind man of his eyelashes if they could.

It seems to me that you won't have had a proper series of adventures, unless you've gone through thick and thin.