I never write a book unless I can't help it. Something has to bother me, like a mosquito, until I have to do something to relieve the itch.

That was such a wonderful time, even in its strangeness and sadness-and life isn't the same now. It's wonderful, but it isn't the same.

It's unbecoming," she agreed. "A perfect word for my new life. Unbecoming. I who have always been unbecoming am becoming un.

I do love to sing. Had I a longer set of thigh bones and a sweeter voice, I should have loved to be a performer.

No," she cried, "no, no, I'm not a harem, I'm not a woman, I'm not a person, no.

...No opening sermons concerning children with humps and fins for limbs, who nonetheless, immortal souls all, deserve life, liberty, and the pursuit of Happy Meals.

The devil is a very big angel, but a very little man.