The sun shines not on us but in us.
I love moving. I love new houses. I'm always looking for somewhere else.
I always wear make-up as I've never seen the point of looking less than your best.
A bit of lusting after someone does wonders for the skin.
I've always wanted to be a spy, and frankly I'm a little surprised that British intelligence has never approached me.
When bad things happen, it's the time when you get to work in the garden and sort out the pots from the weeds.
I am a terrible mixture of being organized, controlling, but chaotic. My desk is monstrous.
Writing, for me, is a little like wood carving. You find the lump of tree (the big central theme that gets you started), and you start cutting the shape that you think you want it to be. But you find, if you do it right, that the wood has a grain of its own (characters develop and present new insights, concentrated thinking about the story opens new avenues). If you're sensible, you work with the grain and, if you come across a knot hole, you incorporate that into the design. This is not the same as 'making it up as you go along'; it's a very careful process of control.
I'm okay with having bad dance moves. I'm okay with having horrible lower teeth. That's what makes me me, and for some reason it's worked out all right.
We shall all die, and our lives will be irrelevant then.
When we speak, we want to say something sweet, but we don't say something sweet because something is ordering us from deep down to say something unkind. We want to open our hearts to people, but we can't do it, because we are being ordered around by the sufferings we have concealed deep in our consciousness.