Children Are Knives, My Mother Once Said.

It Isn't Just A Village. The Houses Aren't Just Places To Live. Everything Belongs To Everybody. Everyone Belongs To Everyone Else. Even A Single Person Can Make A Difference.

The Process Of Writing Is A Little Like Madness, A Kind Of Possession Not Altogether Benign.

I Let It Go. It's Like Swimming Against The Current. It Exhausts You. After A While, Whoever You Are, You Just Have To Let Go, And The River Brings You Home.

I Liked Her Better For Showing A Little Spirit.

Before You Have Children, You Mostly Think About The World In Terms Of Yourself. And When You Become A Parent, The Focus Shifts To Somebody Else.