People hear what they want and expect to hear, not what is said.

I like the dry-cleaners. I like the sense of refreshment and renewal. I like the way dirty old torn clothes are dumped, to be returned clean and wholesome in their slippery transparent cases. Better than confesssion any day. Here there is a true sense of rebirth, redemption, salvation.

Style is what's there when you look at someone's writing and you know that they wrote it and nobody else did.

Fiction stretches our sensibilities and our understanding, as mere information never can.

The desire for self-expression afflicts people when they feel there is something of themselves which is not getting through to the outside world.

guilt to motherhood is like grapes to wine

Words are not simple things: they take unto themselves, as they have through time, power and meaning.