I've never understood why people consider youth a time of freedom and joy. It's probably because they have forgotten their own.

My favorite author's question of all time - because it's so simple to answer ... 'Is your hair really like that, or do you get it done?

Time has not stood still. It has washed over me, washed me away, as if I'm nothing more than a woman of sand, left by a careless child too near the water.

A word after a word after a word is power.

Don't be married to a line or verse if it can't rhyme, fit the meter, or doesn't fit the outline.

How old do you have to get before wisdom descends like a plastic bag over your head and you learn to keep your big mouth shut? Maybe never. Maybe you get more frivolous with age.

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