Literature is the province of imagination, and stories, in whatever guise, are meditations on life.
Words are nets through which all truth escapes.
I like to cook; it is, for me, a happy combination of mindlessness and purpose.
It was hard to reassure grown-ups when you weren't certain yourself what you were feeling and thinking—when thoughts dissolved before you could name them.
Families hold each other in an iron grip of definition. One must break the grip, somehow.
we are, in this country, more open to new ideas. But we are also, it seems to me, more inclined to hail the new as absolute truth - until the next new comes along.