No one writes dialect better than Flannery O'Connor. No one should even try.

I started writing when I was twenty. My first book came out when I was thirty-five. But I never expected that it would happen quickly.

If I were president, I would turn the tables and allow the fetus to abort its mother.

I meet people at book signings. My record now, for signing, is ten and a half hours in one sitting.

And when Hugh would grow progressively Gandhi on me, I'd remind him that these were pests---disease carriers who feasted upon the dead and then came indoors to dance upon our silverware.

They were nothing like the French people I had imagined. If anything, they were too kind, too generous and too knowledgable in the fields of plumbing and electricity.

I had to wrestle daily with both my inadequacy and my uncontrollable jealousy. I didn't want to kill her, but hoped someone else might do the job for me.