Reading is rapture (or if it isn't, I put the book down meaning to go on with it later, and escape out the side door).

In talking about the past, we lie with every breath we draw.

It was lovely when you found students who responded to things you were enthusiastic about.

My younger daughter told me recently that when she was a child she thought the typewriter was a toy that I went into my room and closed the door and played with.

What we refer to confidently as memory is really a form of storytelling that goes on continually in the mind and often changes with the telling.

If I had had to write only about imaginary people, I would have had to close up my typewriter. I wrote about my life in less and less disguise as I grew older, and finally with no disguise - except the disguise we create for ourselves, which is self-deception.

I am the cat that walks alone.