Jane Austen easily used half a page describing someone else's eyes; she would not appreciate summarizing her reading tastes in ten titles.

It's those little daily incidents of life that are dramatic, and if you put a frame around it , suddenly they become much bigger and much more important than you ever imagined.

Although I always said that I wanted to be a writer from childhood, I hadn't actually done much about it until I came to London.

Say something worth the words.

You're so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.

We say very little, for we do not need to. We are silent together, each in her own world, knowing the other is just at her back.

I have consistently loved books that I've read when I've been sick in bed.