In the old days, travel writers were given freebies and then supposed to write something nice.

What impressed me about Peter is that although he was a poet himself, he reviewed poetry for the love of the art form, rather than to promote his own work. He was, in fact, always very modest about his own work and very generous and encouraging to other poets.

She could really drive a car - all over Europe, through police barricades in Hungary.

They tried to treat her as a cutie pie. She wouldn't let anyone push her around.

To read a writer is for me not merely to get an idea of what he says, but to go off with him and travel in his company.

I was not rescued by a prince; I was the administrator of my own rescue.