The French would eat anything that couldn't outrun them.

Dying was apparently a weaning process; all the attachments to familiar people and objects have to be undone.

What a surprise to find you could shift the contents of your head like rearranging furniture in a room.

successful parenting was like log rolling, and she'd often landed in the drink.

It had been fourteen years and I hadn't had anything published. I had 250 rejection slips. I got my first novel published and it was called Kinflicks. It turned out to be a best seller.

The French would eat anything that couldn't outrun them.

The strength you've insisted on assigning to others is actually within yourself.