She asked me what made me do such a thing. That is an awkward question because I often can't tell what makes me do things. Sometimes I do them just to find out what I feel like doing them. And sometimes I do them because I want to have some exciting things to tell my grandchildren.

There are so many unpleasant things in the world already that there is no use in imagining any more.

I don't like green Christmases. They're not green—they're just nasty faded browns and grays.

In this world you've just got to hope for the best and prepare for the worst and take whatever God sends.

There isn't any such thing as an ordinary life. (92)

Facts are stubborn things, but, as some one has wisely said, not half so stubborn as fallacies.

…there was something about her that made you feel it was safe to tell her secrets.