It's been the same story ever since I can remember, ever since Wilson - the Republicans don't do a thing for the little man.

Russia is the only country of the world you can be homesick for while you're still in it.

Being a divorcee in a small town is a little like playing Monopoly; eventually you land on all the properties.

Our tears fatten upon our memories of joy.

All love is betrayal, in that it flatters life. The loveless man is best armed.

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.

Phyllis explained to him, trying to give of her deeper self, 'Don't you find it so beautiful, math? Like an endless sheet of gold chains, each link locked into the one before it, the theorems and functions, one thing making the next inevitable. It's music, hanging there in the middle of space, meaning nothing but itself, and so moving...'