The things I carry closest to my heart are things I can't own.

I learned to produce whether I wanted to or not. It would be easy to say oh, I have writer's block, oh, I have to wait for my muse. I don't. Chain that muse to your desk and get the job done.

You could love your crazy people, even admire them, instead of resenting that they're not self-sufficient.

I don't *ever* write about real people. Art is supposed to be better than that. If you want a slice of life, look out the window.

It's a great freedom to give up on love, and get on with everything else.

I lost a child," she said, meeting Lusa's eyes directly. "I thought I wouldn't live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.

Time cures you first, and then it kills you.