To write it, it took three months; to conceive it three minutes; to collect the data in it all my life.

unloved women have no biographies-- they have histories

Nancy had a mouth like a remembered kiss.

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

I'm not much like myself any more.

Great books write themselves, only bad books have to be written.

You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.