At age 77, I need the help of someone with more energy than I can now summon to finish a book
I didn't raise Todd to be a writer, but he happened to be one anyway
I have a shelf of comfort books, which I read when the world closes in on me or something untoward happens
How could she have believed such an artificial life as the theatre was suitable?
The blackest night must end in dawn, the light dispel the dreamer's fear.
I think writers need windows on a view to remind them that a whole world is out there, not the minutiae with which they might be dealing on a close scale