Here everybody has a neighbor Everybody has a friend Everybody has a reason to begin again.
Novels without female characters were a lifeless desert.
Reading groups, readings, breakdowns of book sales all tell the same story: when women stop reading, the novel will be dead.
The world should take note: not everything is getting worse.
You can tell a lot from a person's nails. When a life starts to unravel, they're among the first to go.
Not being boring is quite a challenge.
Wasn't writing a kind of soaring, an achievable form of flight, of fancy, of the imagination?
Am I a human dreaming I am a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming I am a human?
I've always wanted to take self-defense classes and I never did, for whatever reason. I don't know why. I don't know if it was fear or time, or whatever stops people from doing things that they want to do.
Mothers tend to encourage their sons to run away and romp. . . . Mothers of little boys often complain that "There's no controlling him. " "He's all over the place. . . . " The complaints are tinged with more than a little pride at the boy's marvelous independence and masculine bravado. It's almost as though the mother enjoyed being overwhelmed by her spectacular conquering hero.
A true New Yorker never backs down, and I'm no exception. Holla!