The heart prefers to move against the grain of circumstance; perversity is the souls very life.

Love makes the air light.

It is in middles that extremes clash, where ambiguity restlessly rules.

Having children is something we think we ought to do because our parents did it, but when it is over the children are just other members of the human race, rather disappointingly.

Each morning my characters greet me with misty faces willing, though chilled, to muster for another day's progress through the dazzling quicksand the marsh of blank paper.

Smaller than a breadbox, bigger than a TV remote, the average book fits into the human hand with a seductive nestling, a kiss of texture, whether of cover cloth, glazed jacket, or flexible paperback.

Perfectionism is the enemy of creation, as extreme self- solitude is the enemy of well- being.