My yardstick is how somebody treats me.

And yes, to answer you seriously, I am beginning to be... well, not bored, but tempted; afraid, but tempted. When you've been in pain for a long time, when you wake up every morning with a rising sense of hysteria, then boredom is what you want, marathon sleeps, a silence in yourself.

I thought that Mr. Clutter was a very nice gentleman. I thought so right up to the moment that I cut his throat.

Writing stopped being fun when I discovered the difference between good writing and bad and, even more terrifying, the difference between it and true art. And after that, the whip came down.

But I know what I like.' She smiled, and et the cat drop to the floor. 'It's like Tiffany's,'she said. 'Not that I give a hoot about jewellery. Diamonds, yes. But it's tacky to wear diamonds before you're forty; and even that's risky.

Sometimes when I think how good my book can be, I can hardly breathe.

Love should be allowed. I’m all for it. Now that I’ve got a pretty good idea what it is.