I like Hillary Clinton a lot. I know her.

I was a lousy journalist. I could never be objective. Sometimes I invented the whole story.

I carry around a little stool to stand on when people want a picture with their cellular phones.

Someone has said that conversation is sex for the soul.

When I'm scared - and I'm always scared when I have to face an audience, when I have to read a review, when I publish a book...then, I think of my grandfather. My grandfather was this strong, tough Basque who would never bend....What would he do? Well, he would go ahead, close his eyes, and drive forward. You do it and the spirit that is within you....is there.

Fear is inevitable, I have to accept that, but I cannot allow it to paralyze me.

The source of my difficulties has always been the same: an inability to accept what to others seems natural, and an irresistible tendency to voice opinions no one wants to hear . . .