It's a man's world, they say; but in its daily textures it is a world created by and for women.

You do things and do things and nobody really has a clue.

Movies are, like sharp sunlight, merciless; we do not imagine, we view.

The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue above the wires.

The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.

If you look at the best-seller list, it is mostly thrillers. Very few books attempt to create an image of the life we live. I knew there were writers who wore tweed coats and lived in Connecticut and somehow made a living, and that's what I aimed to do. I've tried to write as well as I can with books that say something to any reader.

The essential support and encouragement comes from within, arising out of the mad notion that your society needs to know what only you can tell it.