She wore her sexuality with an older woman's ease, and not like an awkward purse, never knowing how to hold it, where to hang it, or when to just put it down.

Sometimes, one wants to have the illusion that one is making ones own life, out of ones own resources.

I love to dance, and sing - in the shower, not in public. Im too old to go raving, but my fondest memories are of that kind of thing - dancing, with lots of people, outside if possible.

In a whisper he began begging for—and, as the sun set, received—the concession people always beg for: a little more time.

It's difficult to tell the truth about how a book begins. The truth, as far as it can be presented to other people, is either wholly banal or too intimate.

Don't confuse honours with achievement.

I don't ask myself what did I live for, said Carlene strongly. That is a man's question. I ask whom did I live for.