I'd like to have the kind of house someday where a carousel horse wouldn't be out of place in the living room.

He insisted on a single trade secret: that you had to survive, find some quiet, and work hard every day.

Love is the eternal quest: almost everyone wants to love and be loved.

If it's red, French, costs too much, and tastes like the water that's left in the vase after the flowers have died and rotted, it's probably Burgundy.

I don't want to have my life fall apart for my work.

Everything becomes symbol and irony when you've been betrayed

There aren't many shy writers left.