Well, before writing became all-consuming, I was a quilter, like Hattie and Perilee. I don’t do that anymore, but I do knit, garden and watch the birds in my backyard. I also take lots of walks, do yoga and talk my husband into taking me out to dinner as often as possible.

It's the company, not the cooking, that makes a meal.

My bounce-around life had taught me that dreams were dangerous things - they look solid in your mind, but you just try to reach for them. It's like gathering clouds.

Our actions make the fragrance of our lives...Would you smell of plums? Or Vinegar?

Life was like a batch of biscuits without the baking powder: flat, flat, flat.

Sir if I was your daughter I would wait until this train started again and throw myself in front of it!

There should be fireworks at last, when a dream dies.