Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I've only found sorrow.

In the long run, most of us spend about fifteen minutes total in the entanglements of passion, and the rest of our days looking back on it, humming the tune.

I considered her my ally, because, like me, she was imperfect.

Root out all the "to be" verbs in your prose and bludgeon them until dead. No "It was" or "they are" or "I am." Don't let it be, make it happen.

I write every moment that is humanly possible. I write every day and every night. The only discipline I lack is the discipline is to quit.

Parenting is something that happens mostly while you're thinking of something else.

You see mother, you had no life of your own. They have no idea. One has only a life of one's own.