If I hadn't had my children, I wouldn't have written more and better, I would have written less and worse.

As we grow older we should become not less radical but more so.

Know that although in the eternal scheme of things you are small, you are also unique and irreplaceable, as are all your fellow humans everywhere in the world.

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 can't change what's happened to me in my life, or make what's not occurred take place. But I can't say I like it, or accept it, or believe it's for the best. I don't and never shall, not even if I'm damned for it.

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