Childhood is a long, long road, from which that dark whispering forest of death seems an impossible destination.

There's a world out there that nobody has bothered to promise her.

Things will get worse before they get better.

I always knew I was an excellent liar; I just didn't know that I had it in me to fool myself.

For males twenty-five is the fatal age. For women it's twenty. We are all dropping like flies.

It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.

We writers are resilient souls.