I am writing this during my lunch period, because I need to reach towards the outside world of sanity, because I am overwhelmed by the sheer weight of the clerical work still to be done, and because at this hour of the morning normal ladies are still sleeping.

Education is not a product: mark, diploma, job, money-in that order; it is a process, a never-ending one.

But if there is such a thing as social commitment in literature, I think it must manifest itself in a reader's awareness of the human condition, in the writer's touching some common nerve ending. I think this kind of social commitment, like a lady's slip, should be there but it must not show.

Time collapses and expands like an erratic accordion.

Children are the true connoisseurs. What’s precious to them has no price, only value.

I like the word OLD. Not senior, that's for proms. Older? Older than whom? 'Old' is honorable and ripe

Love is the ultimate giving, an expression of one's best self.