One's obligation every day, is to choose to follow the nobler one.

An ugly thing, that is what you are when you become a tourist, an ugly, empty thing, a stupid thing, a piece of rubbish pausing here and there to gaze at this and taste that, and it will never occur to you that the people who inhabit the place in which you have just paused cannot stand you.

None of us seem to think that we should draw a line under what would be a satisfactory amount of wealth.

Writing is not a profession. It's a calling. It's almost holy.

The families of rabbits or woodchucks will eat the salad greens just before they are ready to be picked; I plot ways to kill these animals but can never bring myself to do it.

I'm always surprised to hear or read my work described, "In angry tones, she says." No! In truthful tones! Does truth have a tone? I don't know.

Who you are is a mystery no one can answer, not even you.