My mind is a neighborhood I try not to go into alone.

People help you or you help them and when we offer or receive help, we take in each other. And then we are saved.

I remember staring at my son endlessly when he was an infant, stunned by his very existence, wondering where on earth he had come from.

You get your intuition back when you make space for it, when you stop the chattering of the rational mind.

Needless to say, there was no one around remotely fitting the description of a normal person: I was at a writing conference.

I used to love to untangle chains when I was a child. I had thin, busy fingers, and I never gave up. Perhaps there was a psychiatric component to my concentration but like much of my psychic damage, this worked to everyone's advantage.

Jealousy is such a direct attack on whatever measure of confidence you’ve been able to muster. But if you continue to write, you are probably going to have to deal with it, because some wonderful, dazzling successes are going to happen for some of the most awful, angry, undeserving writers you know-people who are, in other words, not you.