So the days, the last days, blow about in a memory, hazy autumnal, all alike as leaves: until a day unlike any other I've lived

Every day is a new day with me. All holds are off. All contracts are forgotten.

Friendship is a pretty full-time occupation if you really are friendly with somebody. You can't have too many friends because then you're just not really friends.

She is pure Alice in Wonderland, and her appearance and demeanor are a nicely judged mix of the Red Queen and a Flamingo.

First, a gorgeous breakfast: just everything you can imagine from flapjacks and fried squirrel to hominy grits and honey in the comb...we're so impatient to get at the presents we can't eat a mouthful.

When I am writing, I try to do it five hours a day but I spend about two of those just fooling around.

As long as you live, there's always something waiting; and even if it's bad, and you know it's bad, what can you do? You can't stop living.