Where there must be a choice, a girl will choose Daddy. Even if you are Mommy, you concede that this must be so: you remember when you were a girl, too.

When I was very little, four or five, I did comic strip drawings, so my first novel had no words. I couldn't write and thought adult handwriting was a mysterious scribble. When I was 14, my grandmother gave me a typewriter and I started writing in a different way.

One of life's minor satisfactions is forgetting.

The despairing soul is a rebel.

A man will reveal his true self, or so it seems, on the tennis court.

When you give up struggle, there's a kind of love.

Running! If there's any activity happier, more exhilarating, more nourishing to the imagination, I can't think of what it might be.