I'm falling into disrepair

Once your mind is caught on the right snag, there's nothing so hard about the mechanics of writing.

I'm beginning to think that maybe it's not just how much you love someone. Maybe what matters is who you are when you're with them.

I mean you're given all these lessons for the unimportant things--piano-playing, typing. You're given years and years of lessons in how to balance equations, which Lord knows you will never have to do in normal life. But how about parenthood? Or marriage, either, come to think of it. Before you can drive a car you need a state-approved course of instruction, but driving a car is nothing, nothing, compared to living day in and day out with a husband and raising up a new human being.

Women were the ones that held the reins, it emerged.

Reading any piece of writing aloud is an acid test, particularly when it comes to dialogue. There were writers I'd always admired who suddenly rang false when I spoke their words in our living room.

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