My mother had a very difficult childhood, having seen her own mother kill herself. So she didnt always know how to be the nurturing mother that we all expect we should have.

Dementia was like a truth serum.

I think we often write because we feel a loneliness, and people read for the same reason, and then they come away feeling a little less lonely.

With each passing day, I didn't lose hope. I fought to have more.

I also thought of playing improvisational jazz and I did take lessons for a while. At first I tried to write fiction by making up things that were completely alien to my life.

They know where happiness lies, not in a cave or a country, but in love and the freedom to give and take what has been there all along.

Sure I loved him - too much. And he loved me, only not enough. I just want someone who thinks I'm number one in his life. I'm not willing to accept emotional scraps anymore.