Mary Wollstonecraft

Virtue can only flourish among equals.

The divine right of husbands, like the divine right of kings, may, it is hoped, in this enlightened age, be contested without danger.

Surely something resides in this heart that is not perishable - and life is more than a dream.

Well, I actually wrote her a letter a couple of days ago congratulating her. The tone I tried to convey in the letter is, look, you are a part of a great American historical process.

There's never been anything I didn't love that I didn't connect with on a personal level because, to some degree, I projected upon it.

Most detective story readers are an educated audience and know there are only a certain number of plots. The interest lies in what the writer does with them.