If you're suicidal, and you don't actually kill yourself, you become known as 'wry.

The affectionate farce I make of him ignores the ways I feel his lack of love for me. But we are managing.

Love is a fever," she said. "And when you come out of it you'll discover whether you've been lucky - or not.

You know, as fiction writers, if our instincts are off, we can't pay our bills.

It was part of being a girl in the '60s that you were creative.

This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grew sarcastic.

It was like the classic scene in the movies where one lover is on the train and one is on the platform and the train starts to pull away, and the lover on the platform begins to trot along and then jog and then sprint and then gives up altogether as the train speeds irrevocably off. Except in this case I was all the parts: I was the lover on the platform, I was the lover on the train. And I was also the train.