What does it say?" I said, when I had. She said, "It is filled with all the words for how I want you...Look.

Being in love, you know... it's not like having a canary, in a cage. When you lose one sweetheart, you can't just go out and get another to replace her.

All I can do is write about whatever grabs me.

She supposed that houses, after all - like the lives that were lived in them - were mostly made of space. It was the spaces, in fact, which counted, rather than the bricks.

I never expected my books to do even as well as they have. I still feel grateful for it, every single day.

Why do gentlemen's voices carry so clearly, when women's are so easily stifled?

I knew Id always be a second-rate academic, and I thought, Well, Id rather be a second-rate novelist or even a third-rate one.