Life can't defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death.

Life can't ever really defeat a writer who is in love with writing, for life itself is a writer's lover until death-fascinating, cruel, lavish, warm, cold, treacherous, constant.

It's terrible to realize you don't learn how to live until you're ready to die, and then it's too late.

Being an old maid is like death by drowning, a really delightful sensation after you cease to struggle.

You can't defeat death but you can defeat life.

Christmas isn't a season. It's a feeling.