I'm much faster now. When you only have a certain amount of time to write, after a while you learn to use your time well or you stop writing

I read Betty Smith's "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn," all of Shirley Jackson's books, which I loved.

Every time someone forgets, someone else disappears,' my brother wrote.

I feel as if when you love a book it becomes a part of you whether you have it on your shelves or not.

Sometimes the right thing feels all wrong until it is over and done with.

My grandmother was overwhelmed by what was happening to us. She ahd moved back into the past because the here and the now was too terrible.

I knew what it was to yearn for a life so distant it seemed that it had never been anything more than a dream.