A writer falls in love with an idea and gets carried away.

I think kids ought to travel. I think it's very good to carry kids around. It's good for them. Of course it's tough on the parents.

All sanity depends on this: that it should be a delight to feel heat strike the skin, a delight to stand upright, knowing the bones moving easily under the flesh.

None of you [men] ask for anything - except everything, but just for so long as you need it.

Anna was saying to herself: why do I always have this awful need to make other people see things as I do? It's childish, why should they? What it amounts to is that I'm scared of being alone in what I feel.

When you're young you think that you're going to sail into a lovely lake of quietude and peace. This is profoundly untrue.

My mother died happily of a stroke in her seventies.