Hulga the whole while hollering like a half-slaughtered hog. (Attention, students of literature! Alliteration - have you noticed? - is my least vice.)

Sicily is more beautiful than any woman.

A disquieting loneliness came into my life, but it induced no hunger for friends of longer acquaintance: they seemed now like a salt-free, sugarless diet.

If you sweep a house, and tend its fires and fill its stove, and there is love in you all the years you are doing this, then you and that house are married, that house is yours.

I hated Hemingway. I liked Faulkner but he was a bore.

Half the people who snuff people, that's what they want: recognition. Get their picture in the paper.

Oh, I adore to cook. It makes me feel so mindless in a worthwhile way.