Coffee on an airplane always smells bad. Whenever it is served, suddenly the whole cabin stinks of it.

Your boyfriend had a dream about potatoes and you're asking me to interpret it? I'm just old. Being old doesn't mean you know more; it means you ate enough fiber.

Sometimes it is the smallest thing that saves us: the weather growing cold, a child's smile, and a cup of excellent coffee.

Reading a book, for me at least, is like traveling in someone else's world. If it's a good book, then you feel comfortable and yet anxious to see what's going to happen to you there, what'll be around the next corner. But if it's a lousy book, then it's like going through Secaucus, New Jersey -- it smells and you wish you weren't there, but since you've started the trip, you roll up the windows and breathe through your mouth until you're done.

I don't like to have to pan for gold when I read.

Far more disturbing than any spook house at an amusement park is a ride through the old hometown if you've been away for years.

Writing a short story is like having a short intense affair, whereas writing a novel is like a long rich marriage.