Just the act of cooking made her feel better, because cooking was life.

Make-up covers a multitude of sins.

Do I know what people say? Sure. I shrug it off. what else can you do? Stop people from talking? You might as well try to stop the wind from blowing.

They walked back into the world together, wearing the gift that had been given them: just life. Pity was not love, Barbie reflected...but if you were a child, giving clothes to someone who was naked had to be a step in the right direction.

And when there are enough outsiders together in one place, a mystic osmosis takes place and you're inside.

We've switched from a culture that was interested in manufacturing, economics, politics - trying to play a serious part in the world - to a culture that's really entertainment-based.

Writing is like sex. The more you think about it, the harder it is to do. It's better not to think about it so much and just let it happen.