When she kissed him, he melted like a lump of milk chocolate.

Connections are made slowly, sometimes they grow underground.

A strong woman is a woman at work, cleaning out the cesspool of the ages, and while she shovels, she talks about how she doesn't mind crying, it opens the ducts of the eyes, and throwing up develops the stomach muscles, and she goes on shoveling with tears in her nose.

The art of fiction is one of constant seduction. You must persuade the reader on page 1 to start reading - on page 50, or page 150 and yes, on page 850.

We live in a media soup and are constantly being programmed or are fighting that programming. Thus any truthful account of a life, every part of a life, is about society as well as an individual.

The best gift you can give is a hug: one size fits all and no one ever minds if you return it.

Too much self-regard has never struck me as dignified: trying to twist over my shoulder to view my own behind.