You can’t pick up and leave everything behind because there is too much sadness in the world and not enough places to go.

I think that people all grow up and have their same personalities, but you can say, "Oh, I can see the roots of this personality, which I didn't like, but then you grew up, and I can still see you as that person, but I do really like you now." Which is sort of how I feel about children - I mean, about children who I knew when I was a child and grew up with, and they're still my friends, and children that I know as children who I see growing up, and every year I like them more.

One must not be shy where language is concerned.

I have seven step-siblings from my mother's second and third marriages. My degree of closeness to my step-siblings varies among the seven but I have a great sense of loyalty to all of them, especially the four from my childhood. If those people needed my help I would be there for them.

I made a startling discovery. Time spent writing = output of work. Amazing.

Sometimes if there's a book you really want to read, you have to write it yourself.

Sometimes not having any idea where we’re going works out better than we could possibly have imagined.