Beware of a man with manners.

It had been startling and disappointing to me to find out that story books had been written by people, that books were not natural wonders, coming up of themselves like grass. Yet regardless of where they come from, I cannot remember a time when I was not in love with them - with the books themselves, cover and binding and the paper they were printed on, with their smell and their weight and with their possession in my arms, captured and carried off to myself. Still illiterate, I was ready for them, committed to all the reading I could give them.

There is absolutely everything in great fiction but a clear answer.

Is there any sleeping person you can be entirely sure you have not misjudged?

Ah, I'm a woman that's been clear around the world in my rocking chair, and I tell you we all get surprises now and then.

All good writers speak in honest voices and tell the truth.

I like the feeling of being able to confront an experience and resolve it as art.