You can't always trust what you think, what you know ... but you can always trust your nature.

To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall .... [p.218 ff.]

If I was a waitress, I was too tired at the end of the day when I came home to try to write.

The timing of the electrical failure seemed dramatic and perfectly correct, as if the lights had said, "You have no need for sight. Listen.

If someone loves you for what you can do then it's flattering, but why do you love them? If someone loves you for who you are then they have to know you, which means you have to know them.

It was all in my head and now all I had to do was figure out a way to get it down on paper.

You can't be a good person when you're writing and a bad person to your husband or a bad friend.