I'm not fond of cities: the constant activity and swarms of people.

We came in the wind of the carnival. A wind of change, or promises. The merry wind, the magical wind, making March hares of everyone, tumbling blossoms and coat-tails and hats; rushing towards summer in a frenzy of exuberance.

I have a tendency to pick up my own challenges. The more difficult something it is, the more I want to try it.

You priests. You're all the same. You think fasting helps you think about God, when anyone who can cook would tell you that fasting just makes you think about food.

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.

It's a feeling which tells me that any woman can be beautiful in the eyes of a man who loves her.

I love it when my books cause controversy, when people argue violently about the ending.