Gambling is not a vice, it is an expression of our humanness. We gamble. Some do it at the gaming table, some do not. You play, you win, you play, you lose. You play.

I've lived my life like a serial killer; finish with one part, strangle it and move on to the next. Life in neat little boxes is life in neat little coffins, the dead bodies of the past laid out side by side. I am discovering, now, in the late afternoon of the day, that the dead still speak.

Everything is imprinted for ever with what it once was.

Life gives you enough hard knocks so it's unlikely you'll stay that sure of yourself.

I think of myself in a continuum as a woman. Two hundred years ago, it would have been very difficult for me to write at all.

There is no greater grief than to find no happiness, but happiness in what is past.

What would it have meant to be happy? What would it have meant if things had been bright, clear, good between us?