Men often marry their mothers.

There's no sauce for play like work.

Life can't ever really defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death – fascinating, cruel, lavish, warm, cold, treacherous, constant.

I am not belittling the brave pioneer men but the sunbonnet as well as the sombrero has helped to settle this glorious land of ours.

A story must simmer in its own juice for months or even years before it's ready to serve.

Christmas is not a season. It is a feeling.

But I have felt that to be a Jew was, in some ways at least, to be especially privileged.