nothing is so sad as the injustices of old age.

Being constantly with children was like wearing a pair of shoes that were expensive and too small. She couldn't bear to throw them out, but they gave her blisters.

no one had experiences any more, only traumas.

When passion is mutual, there is always the danger of the fire burning to ashes.

The prize I value most was given to me 60 years ago. I was named the girl with the cleanest fingernails.

The vital accessories to my work are my reference books, such as the complete Shakespeare and a prayer book, and a large refuse bin.

The older one becomes the quicker the present fades into sepia and the past looms up in glorious technicolour