You see, baby, after a glass or two of wine I’m inclined to extravagance.

Like a cat on a hot tin roof.

There is no pleasure in the world like writing well and going fast.

We've had this date with each other from the beginning.

He was a boy, just a boy, when I was a very young girl. When I was sixteen, I made the discovery - love. All at once and much, much too completely. It was like you suddenly turned a blinding on something that had always been half in shadow, that's how it struck the world for me. But I was unlucky. Deluded.

I don't want realism. I want magic!

A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages.