Why think about that when all the golden land’s ahead of you, and all kinds of unforseen events wait lurking to surprise you and make you glad you’re alive to see?

But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.

I am going to marry my novels and have little short stories for children.

[I] really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared, I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost… I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that’s why it happened right there and then that strange red afternoon.