Books and doors are the same thing. You open them, and you go through into another world.

Are we all living like this? Two lives, the ideal outer life and the inner imaginative life where we keep our secrets?

Quoting her mother: The trouble with a book is you never know what's in it until it's too late!

Our own front door can be a wonderful thing, or a sight we dread; rarely is it only a door.

Anything outside marriage seems like freedom and excitement.

Great control and great discipline are necessary when you reach your own editing stage of the book, but in the early stages you have to be prepared to let anything happen and to get it wrong or go off track. The development of a character is not smooth or simple - it is as tricky as meeting someone new whom you would like to know better.

I think of love as a force of nature-as strog as the sun, as necessary, as impersonal, as gigantic, as impossible, as scorching as it is warming,as drought-making as it is life-giving.