Privacy is a privilege not granted to the aged or the young.

I used to think there would be a blinding flash of light someday, and then I would be wise and calm and would know how to cope with everything and my kids would rise up and call me blessed. Now I see that whatever I'm like, I'm pretty well stuck with it for life. Hell of a revelation that turned out to be.

I've never been able to force a novel. I always had the sense something being given to me. You can't sit around and wait until inspiration strikes, but neither can you force into being something that isn't there.

Will we ever reach a point when it is no longer necessary to say Them and Us? I believe we must reach that point, or perish.

Holidays are enticing only for the first week or so. After that, it is no longer such a novelty to rise late and have little to do.

Why doesn't Prin go and get her own goddamn blistering bloody shitty jelly doughnuts?

Well, you're young. You know a lot you won't know later on.