Yet there's something ominous about turning sixty-five. Suddenly old age is not a phenomenon which will occur; it has occurred.

Perfection, in anything, is unbearably dull. Myself, I prefer a touch of imperfection.

I am writing a sequel to The Touch because I want to further explore the Chinese question that I have raised. There will be more about that in a sequel.

My husband says it is very good that I have very tiny feet, because they're easier to get in my mouth.

My fictitious characters will take the bit between their teeth and gallop off and do something that I hadn't counted on. However, I always insist on dragging them back to the straight and narrow

If you love people, they kill you. If you need people, they kill you. They do I tell you!

duty, the most indecent of all obsessions, was only another name for love.