I'm the most terrific liar you ever saw in your life. It's awful. If I'm on my way to the store to buy a magazine, even, and somebody asks me where I'm going, I'm liable to say I'm going to the opera. It's terrible.

I like it when somebody gets excited about something. It's nice.

In every school I've gone to, all the athletic bastards stick together.

There's a marvelous peace in not publishing, there's a stillness. When you publish, the world thinks you owe something. If you don't publish, they don't know what you're doing. You can keep it for yourself.

For joy, apparently, it was all Franny could do to hold the phone, even with both hands.

It always smelled like it was raining outside, even if it wasn't, and you were in the only nice, dry, cosy place in the world.

All mothers are slightly insane.