Like all virtuous people he imagines he must speak the truth.

Her problem wasn't she was a dumb blonde, it was she wasn't a blonde and she wasn't dumb.

Society is the picnic certain individuals leave early, the party they fail to enjoy, the musical comedy they find not worth the price of admission.

The danger of motherhood. you relive your early self, through the eyes of your mother.

There is something thrilling in the mimesis of life's surprising unfolding.

Sometimes I stumble upon a wonderfully irresistible to me voice, unexpectedly.

I rarely write in my own voice except in book reviews and memoirs; otherwise, I am writing in mediated voices, modulated in terms of the characters whom the voices express.