I'm aiming by the time I'm fifty to stop being an adolescent.
Bloody Christmas, here again, let us raise a loving cup, peace on earth, goodwill to men, and make them do the washing up.
Bloody men are like bloody buses - you wait for about a year and as soon as one approaches your stop two or three others appear.
I think it's a question which particularly arises over women writers: whether it's better to have a happy life or a good supply of tragic plots.
Giving Up Smoking
There's not a Shakespeare sonnet
Or a Beethoven quartet
That's easier to like than you
Or harder to forget.
You think that sounds extravagant?
I haven't finished yet —
I like you more than I would like
To have a cigarette.