I read a piece of writing and within a paragraph or two I know whether it is by a woman or not.

As a child I knew almost nothing, nothing beyond what I had picked up in my grandmother's house. All children, I suppose, come into the world like that, not knowing who they are.

Small things start us in new ways of thinking

His ignorance seemed to widen with everything he read.

The world is what it is; men who are nothing, who allow themselves to become nothing, have no place in it.

That element of surprise is what I look for when I am writing. It is my way of judging what I am doing - which is never an easy thing to do.

People come and go all the time; the world has always been in movement.