It's weird - sort of not terribly wise - to take a book that was successful and then change its cover.

When you have your health, you have everything. When you do not have your health, nothing else matters at all.

I used to feel so alone in the city. All those gazillions of people and then me, on the outside. Because how do you meet a new person? I was very stunned by this for many years. And then I realized, you just say, "Hi." They may ignore you. Or you may marry them. And that possibility is worth that one word.

The line between normal and crazy seemed impossibly thin. A person would have to be an expert tightrope walker in order not to fall.

While I liked hamsters, too, the Habitrail cage was expensive. Even I could see that the interconnecting boxes, tubes, and spheres could easily bankrupt a family and lead to addiction later in life. Because, how would you know when to stop? How could you stop? An entire city could be built with a Habitrail.

Once I decided to write, to be published, I knew it would happen.

I felt a bottomless sadness. So completely alone. Like one of my stuffed animals at home that I was too old for now, that sat on the shelf in my closet, mashed against the back wall.