The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.

My books and other works are my legacy, and it's a great comfort to know that mine is a legacy of pleasure for other people.

There was some justice in his pain

There is no doubt that it is more difficult to read and more difficult to write but I still manage.

I escaped the torture of my childhood home by reading. To this day it is still one of my greatest pleasures.

The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it.

...she looked like the sort of woman most men would want to get to know because they weren't sure what went on inside.