Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person.

...if you catalogue grudges, anything looks bad.

I never think about the actual process of writing. I suppose I have a superstition about examining it too closely.

Odd how clear it suddenly became, once a person had died, that the body was the very least of him.

In real life I avoid all parties altogether, but on paper I can mingle with the best of them

Some people are aware of everything that is going on everywhere at every moment in their lives.

Mostly it's lies, writing novels. You set out to tell an untrue story and you try to make it believable, even to yourself. Which calls for details; any good lie does.