Traveling wears me out.

I've been working, working, working, and you know, sometimes you look back at your work and you see that it just isn't any good.

One day, I started writing, not knowing that I had chained myself for life to a noble but merciless master. When God hands you a gift, he also hands you a whip; and the whip is intended solely for self-flagellation... I'm here alone in my dark madness, all by myself with my deck of cards - and, of course, the whip God gave me.

June, July, all through the warm months she hibernated like a winter animal who did not know spring had come and gone.

The instant she saw the letter she squinted her eyes and bent her lips in a tough tiny smile that advanced her age immeasurably. "Darling," she instructed me, "would you reach in the drawer there and give me my purse. A girl doesn't read this sort of thing without her lipstick.

I know the next best thing is often the very best.

My major regret in life is that my childhood was unnecessarily lonely.