I know you have it in you, Guy," Anne said suddenly at the end of a silence, "the capacity to be terribly happy.

When I am thickening my plots, I like to think 'What if ... What if ... ' Thus my imagination can move from the likely, which everyone can think of, to the unlikely-but-possible, my preferred plot.

That wasn't a bad price for a first book. My agent upped it as much as possible. I was 27 and had nothing behind me. I was working like a fool to earn a living and pay for my apartment

I prefer to live in the country where it's quiet. Woody Allen movies there are dubbed into Italian.

Robert Walker as Bruno was excellent. He had elegance and humor, and the proper fondness for his mother

January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was a year. January rained the moments down, and froze them in her memory: [...]Every human action seemed to yield a magic. January was a two-faced month, jangling like jester's bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not quite define.

one blow in anger [would] kill, probably, a child from aged two to eight. Those over eight would take two blows to kill.