To be part of something one doesn't in the least understand is, I think, one of the most intriguing things about life.

My flute, M. Poirot, is my oldest companion. When everything else fails, music remains.

What can I say at seventy-five? "Thank God for my good life,and for all the love that has been given to me.

I mean, what can you say about how you write your books? What I mean is, first you've got to think of something, and then when you've thought of it you've got to force yourself to sit down and write it. That's all." ~ Mrs. Oliver

Everything is possible, isn't it? The world soon teaches one that!

There are, of course, the people who revolve around themselves--but I agree with you, she's not one of that kind. She's totally uninterested in herself. And yet she's got a strong character--there must be something. I thought at first it was her art--but it isn't. I've never met anyone so detached from life. That's dangerous.'
'Dangerous? What do you mean?'
'Well, you see--it must mean an obsession of some kind, and obsessions are always dangerous.