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

What was sleep? A blessing, a respite from life, an echo of death, a demanding nuisance?

Love and hate are cruel, only liking is kind

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

We're working-class people, which means we don't get rich or have maids. Be content with what you are and what you have.

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

There was some justice in his pain