In a long and healthy life, which is what most of us have, there is plenty of time.

So this is where the years of maturity deliver us - to this needy, selfish, unwieldy wish to be somebody else's first and primal other.

Write the book you want to read, the one you cannot find.

A childhood is what anyone wants to remember of it. It leaves behind no fossils, except perhaps in fiction.

These are frightening times...when she feels herself annointed by loneliness.

Why should men be allowed to strut under the privilege of their life adventures, wearing them like a breast full of medals, while women went all gray and silent beneath the weight of theirs?

Happiness is the lucky pane of glass you carry in your head. It takes all your cunning just to hang on to it, and once it's smashed you have to move into a different sort of life.