Gender mattered a whole lot less to Shakespeare than it seems to matter to us.

. . .There are moments when time does stop. We must be alert enough to notice such moments . . .

You think you have a memory; but it has you!

The former stewardess glared at her ex-pilot husband as if he had been speaking, and thinking, in the absence of sufficient oxygen.

It is exhausting to be seventeen and not know who you are.

I've always preferred writing in longhand. I've always written first drafts in longhand.

Most places we leave in childhood grow less, not more, fancy.