Let me tell you something, my wife died for Tuesdays ago. Cancer of the colon. We were married forty-one years. Now you stop feeling sorry for yourself and lose some of that pork of yours. Pretty girl like you - you don't want to do this yourself.

I think I write fiction for the opportunity to get beyond the limits of my own life.

I cried because I had no shoes. Then I met a man who had no feet.

Love is like breathing, you take it in and let it out.

I am a plodder, I make an appointment with my computer everyday and I have no idea where I am going.

If the book is true, it will find an audience that is meant to read it.

First I laughed my way through Elinor Lipman's book of political tweets. Then I put my ear to the ground and listened to Molly Ivins guffawing from the grave. Lipman is a piquant poetic rock star!