Pushing forty? She's hanging on for dear life.

I never know why self-sacrifice is noble. Why is it better to sacrifice oneself than someone else?

There is danger in courage. Cowardice is a power for good. We hardly know what it prevents.

Magnifying a matter is not the way to mend it.

Duty is seldom liked either by the doer or the object ... And why should it be? It is not often of advantage to either.

At a certain point my novels set. They set just as hard as that jam jar. And then I know they are finished.

Pushing forty? She's hanging on for dear life.