I am sure every writer has this and probably every newscaster, that people are always coming up to me and saying, my daughter wants to do what you do, my godson, my tennis partner.

It makes you wonder. All the brilliant things we might have done with our lives if only we suspected we knew how.

I can write for any magazine now, in any voice. I can do it in two hours, I could do it in my sleep, it's like writing a grocery list.

The hardest piece of nonfiction I ever wrote isn't anywhere close to the easiest piece of fiction I never wrote.

I was always on time, I did my work to exact specifications, I spoke when spoken to.

Why is it that we understand playing the cello will require work, but we attribute writing to the magic of inspiration?

When you get divorced and remarried, nobody gets discarded. Everybody is still there. Even if their storyline is not directly yours.