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

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

There are no ambitions noble enough to justify breaking someone's heart.

And gradually his memory slipped a little, as memories do, even those with so much love attached to them; as if there is an unconscious healing process within the mind which mends up in spite of our desperate determination never to forget.

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.

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

I think explicit love scenes are a turn off unless it's the kind you read with one hand.