Death in its way comes just as much of a surprise as birth.

There was I, devouring books and yet allowing a man who had never read a book to walk me home for a bit of harmless fumbling on the front steps.

All my life I had feared imprisonment, the nun's cell, the hospital bed, the places where one faced the self without distraction, without the crutches of other people.

Movie people are possessed by demons, but a very low form of demons.

What we forgot as children is that our parents are children, also. The child in them has not been satisfied or met or loved, often.

Oh, love, what an unreasoning creature it grew to be.

Cities, in many ways, are the best repositories for a love affair. You are in a forest or a cornfield, you are walking by the seashore, footprint after footprint of trodden sand, and somehow the kiss or the spoken covenant gets lost in the vastness and indifference of nature. In a city there are places to remind us of what has been.