There was something immensely comforting, I found, about a crumpet - so comforting that I've never forgotten about them and have even learned to make them myself against those times when I have no other source of supply.

This is your dividing line, by the way, between child and nonchild - when the first trouble happens that Mama can't fix.

forgetting things is what gives old age a bad name, that and old age.

it isn't true, by the way, that nothing is as bad as you think it's going to be. Some things are exactly as bad as you thought they were going to be, and some things are worse.

Everything takes longer than you think it should, except for some things that don't take as long.

People would have more leisure time if it weren't for all the leisure-time activities that use it up.

Every idea is my last. I feel sure of it. So, I try to do the best with each as it comes and that's where my responsibility ends. But I just don't wait for ideas. I look for them. Constantly. And if I don't use the ideas that I find, they're going to quit showing up.