Some of what we read in classical literature is not relative to our condition, but then many women novelists and poets have turned it upside down and told the stories from the other point of view.

When nothing is sure, everything is possible.

How unjust life is, to make physical charm so immediately apparent or absent, when one can get away with vices untold for ever.

Family life itself, that safest, most traditional, most approved of female choices, is not a sanctuary: It is, perpetually, a dangerous place.

Scenery can be a violent stimulant.

Lord knows what incommunicable small terrors infants go through, unknown to all.

Novels, since the birth of the genre, have been full of rejected, seduced, and abandoned maidens, whose proper fate is to die.

The human mind can bear plenty of reality but not too much intermittent gloom.

The women are always vixens or monsters. They can't just be normal people in the book.

Nothing fails like failure

Why can't people be both flexible and efficient?

A counterfeit can never be a substitute for the real thing

I just completed The Tenth Circle. It is an excellent mystery story surrounding a family with modern day issues.

Journalism justifies its own existence by the great Darwinian principle of the survival of the vulgarist.

Oh! may each youthful bosom catch the sacred fire.

We have control over our prayer life, our relationship with Jesus.

In the process of planning and having a wedding, I forgot there would actually be a marriage, a union of minds, bodies, souls, and issues that would come together as soon as the ceremony was over.

August. We were arguing. You want love to be like this every day don't you? 92 degrees even in the shade.

I did a few more plays, and then I went to L.A., because I knew I could get a coaching job there.

What is now reason was formerly impulse or instinct.

So it shall be written. So it shall be done.