I could run nearly naked on a hot, windy beach and plunge without care into a running diamond sea; roll on the sand and fling my arms wide to the sun and still be what I was...young.

I think we all get too caught up in doing instead of just being sometimes.

I could run nearly naked on a hot, windy beach and plunge without care into a running diamond sea; roll on the sand and fling my arms wide to the sun and still be what I was...young.

I think every creative impulse that a working writer, or artist of any sort has, comes out of that dark old country where dreams come from.

I don't know if I would do sequels. I almost feel like when I'm done with them, they're going to have to find their own way.

Life can only be kept by giving it away. But then it will bloom.

I have a theory that Southern madhouses are full of gifted women who were stifled.