I do feel that if you can write one good sentence and then another good sentence and then another, you end up with a good story.

The only time the word baby doesn't scare me is the time that it should, when it is what a man calls me.

I often feel the effects of people only after they leave me.

I get rational when I panic.

I probably have less revision than those who have that wonderful rush of story to tell - you know, I can't wait to tell you what happened the other day. It comes tumbling out and maybe then they go back and refine. I kind of envy that way of working, but I just have never done it.

I think of the chimp, the one with the talking hands.

Just once in my life--oh, when have I ever wanted anything just once in my life?