Nobody Really Lives In The Present.

I Think About Death Every Day - What It Would Be Like, Why It Would Happen To Me. It Would Be Humiliating To Be Afraid.

Growing Old Is Not All Sweetness And Light. Old Women Especially Are Invisible.

To Be A Classic, A Novel Should Be Original.

Ten Thousand Years Of Civilization Shed In An Instant When You Put A Woman Behind The Wheel Of A Car.

There Must Be A Routine To Life, A Framework To Hang Life On. Routines Were What Kept You Sane, Gave You Something To Do At This Moment And At That, Definite Places To Go, Positive Things To Do. Abandon It And That Way Madness Lies.