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

I was standing in the schoolyard waiting for a child when another mother came up to me. Have you found work yet? she asked. Or are you still just writing?

I expect that any day now, I will have said all I have to say; I'll have used up all my characters, and then I'll be free to get on with my real life.

Sooner or later, even the sharpest pain became flattened.

It is not how much you love someone, but who you are when you are with him.

I've always thought a hotel ought to offer optional small animals. I mean a cat to sleep on your bed at night, or a dog of some kind to act pleased when you come in. You ever notice how a hotel room feels so lifeless?

I hated childhood, and spent it sitting behind a book waiting for adulthood to arrive.