Not an ugly color, Nanny thought. Just not a human color.

The world unwraps itself to you, again and again as soon as you are ready to see it anew.

When the times are a crucible, when the air is full of crisis, those who are the most themselves are the victims.

A male usually had made up his mind before you began to talk to him -so why bother?- but a female, because her mind was more supple, was always prepared to become more disappointed in you than she had yet suspected possible.

Before you save anyone else, you have to save yourself. otherwise, you'rejust a bundle of tics, a stringed puppet manipulated by the chance and the insensible wind.

What goes unnamed remains hard to correct.

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.