School was a source of great suffering to me, but once I learned to read, I disappeared into books, where I was a happy visitor to all the worlds that sprang full-blown from the printed page.

Having reached the halfway mark in the alphabet, my prime focus is on writing each new book as well as I can.

To many women mistake a man's hostility for wit and his silence for depth.

God save us from the people who want to do what's best for us.

What could smell better than supper being cooked by someone else?

Pay minimum wage, you get minimum work. Nobody seems to get that.

Personally, I'd rather grow old alone than in the company of anyone I've met so far. I don't experience myself as lonely, incomplete, or unfulfilled, but I don't talk about that much. It seems to piss people off--especially men. (Kinsey Millhone)