A seventeenth-century house tends to be short on frills like hallways and closets; you must improvise.

My house is completely organized from my closets to my drawers.

Every marriage tends to consist of an aristocrat and a peasant. Of a teacher and a learner.

Art is like baby shoes. When you coat them with gold, they can no longer be worn.

The Internet doesn't like you to learn too much about explosives.

The firmest house in my fiction, probably, is the little thick-walled sandstone farmhouse of 'The Centaur' and 'Of the Farm'; I had lived in that house, and can visualize every floorboard and bit of worn molding.