I write when I'm inspired, and I see to it that I'm inspired at nine o'clock every morning.
I can still hear my mother wailing over some new kitchen crisis, "Oh God," and my father answering cozily from the silo, "Were you calling me, dear?
Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.
Exercise is an unnatural act.
The rich aren't like us, they pay less taxes.
I suppose I shall marry eventually One does that, one drifts into stability