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

In some families, please is described as the magic word. In our house, however, it was sorry.

Pride was my wilderness, and the demon that led me there was fear.

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.

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

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

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