People who have power respond simply. They have no minds but their own.

There is probably nothing like living together for blinding people to each other.

Well, of course, people are only human... But it really does not seem much for them to be.

There isn't much to say. I haven't been at all deedy.

I am ill at ease with people whose lives are an open book.

Real life seems to have no plots.

There is more difference within the sexes than between them.

A leopard does not change his spots, or change his feeling that spots are rather a credit.

At a certain point my novels set. They set just as hard as that jam jar. And then I know they are finished.