As yet we use our media only for selling things - including, of course, political candidates. What will happen when someone masters the art of selling souls?

writers do not choose their subjects; their subjects choose them.

A book is a box brimming with incendiary material. The reader strikes the match.

Perhaps all artists were, in a sense, housewives: tenders of the earth household.

In a world not made for women, criticism and ridicule follow us all the days of our lives. Usually they are indications that we are doing something right.

It's only when you're forbidden to talk about the future that you suddenly realize how much the future normally occupies the present.

It's horrible getting older. I mean, it's wonderful because you see the circles of life get completed. But it's horrible losing your looks.