There isn't anyone out there who isn't Seymour's Fat Lady.

There is a marvelous peace in not publishing ... I like to write. I love to write. But I write just for myself and my own pleasure.

I privately say to you, old friend... please accept from me this unpretentious bouquet of early-blooming parentheses: (((()))).

You never even worried, with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not. All you knew was, you were happy. You really were.

If I'd wanted this place to fill up with every fat Irish rose that passes by, I'd've said so.

People are mostly hot to have a discussion when you're not.

Franny was staring at the little blotch of sunshine with a special intensity, as if she were considering lying down in it.