I finally figured out the only reason to be alive is to enjoy it.

Never measure literature by accounting statistics. A quarter of working authors earn less than $1,000.

Hollywood called just as I crested thirty. My novels did not and still do not interest them, but my writing ability did.

While cats can be infuriating, little old women in fur coats, they make me laugh. Of course, dogs, horses and my highly social chickens are dear to me, too.

In sports, as in love, one can never pretend.

Youth moves out, leaving no forwarding address. No matter how you try, you can't reach that person again or that place.

In America sex is an obsession. In Europe it's a fact of life.