I am sometimes visited by the heretical thought that there is no such thing as good and bad architecture, any more than there is good and bad nature. It is all in where you stand at the time.

I did feel as though a number of critics had appointed themselves, when they sat down with a new book of mine, to rectify what they felt to be was my inflated reputation and so that the book in hand was not really given a chance but made a kind of weapon in the general attempt to bring me down to size.

I'm always looking for insights into the real Doris Day because I'm stuck with this infatuation and need to explain it to myself.

Writers may be disreputable, incorrigible, early to decay or late to bloom but they dare to go it alone.

There is no pleasing New Englanders, my dear, their soil is all rocks and their hearts are bloodless absolutes.

In no other sport must the spectator move.

We are each of us like our little blue planet, hung in black space, upheld by nothing but our mutual reassurances, our loving lies.