I hated the 1960's feminists," she says. "They were dogmatists, you see. In comes ideology, and out goes common sense. This is my experience of life.

All my friends' mothers were appalling women.

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.

Often the mass emotions are those which seem the noblest, best and most beautiful. And yet, inside a year, five years, a decade, five decades, people will be asking, "How could you have believed that?" because events will have taken place that will have banished the said mass emotions to the dustbin of history.

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

Growing up is, after all, only the understanding that one's unique and incredible experience is what every one shares.

Coincidences are God's way of remaining anonymous.