I often feel like a dinosaur. I don't get the technology thing at all. I was on the Internet not long ago for Barnes and Noble, and people were ringing up from all over the world - Australia, Canada, France. I experienced it as an informal chat, which was pleasant, but I couldn't quite take it in. It had a strong element of unreality. I can't be bothered to switch to a computer at my age, though I might get along with e-mail, which sounds appealing.

Art is the Mirror of our betrayed ideals.

She was thirty-nine. No, she did not envy her eighteen-year- old self at all. But she did envy, envied every day more bitterly, that young girl's genuine independence, largeness, scope, and courage.

I hate to sound clichéd, but I do see life as a journey. How else can you see it?

Man who is he? Too bad, to be the work of God: Too good for the work of chance!

You remember with what you are at the time you are remembering.

My mother was a woman who was very frustrated. She had a great deal of ability, and all this energy went into me and my brother.