I admire certain priests and nuns who go off on their own and do God's work on their own, who help in the ghettos, but as far as the institution of the church is concerned, I think it is despicable.

Shakespeare is like mashed potatoes, you can never get enough of him.

I don't know what it means and I don't care because it's Shakespeare and it's like having jewels in my mouth when I say the words.

I just have to proceed as usual. No matter what happens, nothing helps with the writing of the next book.

I don't absolve my father completely of his responsibility for what he did to us I feel compassion, maybe. He had his demons. But I still can't understand how a man can walk away from children. And leave them to starve, as we nearly did, if it wasn't for my mother going out and begging.

If you were mean to your parents, they'd give you a good belt in the gob and send you flying across the room.

There are so many ways of saying Hi. Hiss it, trill it, bark it, sing it, bellow it, laugh it, cough it. A simple stroll in the hallway calls for paragraphs, sentences in your head, decisions galore.