It is hard to hold on to friendships when people move away to another state or to another world.

You can be creative and not addictive, or addictive and not creative. Most addicted people do not produce anything of remarkable note.

What other people think of me is not really my major concern in life. What other people think of what I write is another matter.

Many writers do write about their families and their immediate loved ones and love experiences, either as children or as adults. And very often people get offended by it.

We were not always 70, or rather our 70 is an accumulation of all the other ways we were. Our 5-year-old selves became our 10-year-old selves, and so on and on; and if we unpack our selves, the full album appears. Every moment is a part of the following moment, and we are all a continuum.

We flashed our feathers when the feathers were fit to be flashed, and now, in drearier days, many stay indoors.

You have to have a certain kind of thickening of the hide. I mean, I'm not particularly worried about what other people think. If other people think that I was not the world's most perfect mother, they are completely right.