You write a book and you hope somebody will go out and pay $24.95 for what you've just said. I think books were my salvation. Books saved me from being miserable.

Over time, passion wanes, differences don't.

It means we're looking one way, while following another. We're for one side and also the other. We mean what we say, but our intentions are different.

That is the way it is with a wound. The wound begins to close in on itself, to protect what is hurting so much. And once it is closed, you no longer see what is underneath, what started the pain.

I did not lose myself all at once. I rubbed out my face over the years washing away my pain, the same way carvings on stone are worn down by water.

You write a book and you hope somebody will go out and pay $24.95 for what you've just said. I think books were my salvation. Books saved me from being miserable.

I feel I've always been writing about self-identity. How do we become who we are? So I'm just writing from experience what's concerned me.