I hate sequels. They're never as good as the first book.

The reason Victorian society was so restricted and repressed was that it was impossible to move without knocking something over.

Why do only the awful things become fads? I thought. Eye-rolling and Barbie and bread pudding. Why never chocolate cheesecake or thinking for yourself?

Fred Astaire is my hero. I love him because he was willing to kill himself to make his art look effortless. And because he proved it's possible to be an artist and a good person.

Science fiction is an amazing literature: plot elements that you would think would be completely worn out by now keep changing into surprising new forms.

One has not lived until one has carried a sixty-pound dog down a sweeping flight of stairs at half-past V in the morning.

If King Harold had had swans on his side, England would still be Saxon.