Some authors have what amounts to a metaphysical approach. They admit to inspiration. Sudden and unaccountable urgencies to writecatapult them out of sleep and bed. For myself, I have never awakened to jot down an idea that was acceptable the following morning.

I'm not happy when I'm writing, but I'm more unhappy when I'm not.

I would rather regret what I have done than what I have not.

Family. A snug kind of word.

Some people think they are worth a lot of money just because they have it.

Oh - oh, why is it that the members of a family feel privileged to treat one another with a cruelty they would not exhibit to the merest stranger?

[Wishing her mother had named her Beulah:] At least you did not sit on your beulah.