It is true that our skin is sort of more or less the same shade. But is it true that our skin color makes us a distinctive race? No.

I loved Charlotte Bronte when I was little, and I wanted to be Charlotte Bronte the way people want to be a princess.

It is true that I am a writer, and I was married to a composer, and I have lived in a small village in New England, but my children are not named Heracles and Persephone, and my daughter doesn't disappear underground every six months and emerge in the spring.

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

...yet a memory cannot be trusted, for so much of the experience of the past is determined by the experience of the present.

No matter how happy I had been in the past I do not long for it. The present is always the moment for which I love.

Someone who knew me well once accused me of being unromantic. And that's probably true: I don't trust romance.