He is altogether selfish, she thought in some surprise, the only man I have ever sat and talked to alone, and I am impatient; he is simply not very interesting.

I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.

Bridge is a game for the undivided intellect.

Today my winged horse is coming and I am carrying you off to the moon and on the moon we will eat rose petals.

We moved together very slowly toward the house, trying to understand its ugliness and ruin and shame.

I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had.

In ten years I will be a beautiful charming lovely lady writer without any husband or children but lots of lovers and everyone will read the books I write and want to marry me but I will never marry any of them. I will have lots of money and jewels too.