I have spent so long erecting partitions around the part of me that writes - learning how to close the door on it when ordinary lfe intervenes, how to close the door on ordinary life when it's time to start writing again - that I'm not sure I could fit the two parts of me back together now.

People always talked about a mother's uncanny ability to read her children, but that was nothing compared to how children could read their mothers.

I'll write maybe one long paragraph describing the events, then a page or two breaking the events into chapters, and then reams of pages delving into my characters. After that, I'm ready to begin

No couple buying wedding rings wants to be reminded that someday one of them will have to accept the other one's ring from a nurse or an undertaker.

I read so I can live more than one life in more than one place.

How plotless real life was!

He was wondering if there was some cryptic, cultish mark on his door that told all the crazy people he'd have trouble saying no.