There was never an accident.Rebecca was not drowned at all. I killed her.I shot Rebecca in the cottage in the cove.I carried her body to the cabin, and took the boat out that night and sunk it there, where they found it today.It's Rebecca who's lying dead there on the cabin floor.Will you look into my eyes and tell me that you love me now?

No, Mary had no illusions about romance. Falling in love was a pretty name for it, that was all.

A familiar name on its own, however, does not carry its bearer far unless the talent is there, and the will to work.

Writing every book is like a purge; at the end of it one is empty ... like a dry shell on the beach, waiting for the tide to come in again.

no person will ever get into my blood as a place can ... People and things pass away, but not places.

Living as we do in an age of noise and bluster, success is now measured accordingly. We must all be seen, and heard, and on the air.

I have no talent for making new friends, but oh such genius for fidelity to old ones.