I'm from the generation that had the boys' door and the girls' door when you went to school, and you got in big trouble if you went in the wrong one.

Blondes are like white mice, you only find them in cages. They wouldn’t last long in nature. They’re too conspicuous.

I don't think the relationship between novels and realities are one to one. Of course novels play different roles. It's essentially just a long narrative form. What you use that long narrative form for can be very different.

I grew up in the golden age of Flash Gordon and sci-fi.

We slept in what had once been the gymnasium.

I am certain that a Sewing Machine would relieve as much human suffering as a hundred Lunatic Asylums, and possibly a good deal more.

Which of us can resist the temptation of being thought indispensable?