All of my books come from pain.

I needed something--the distraction of another life--to alleviate fear.

History is sinking and only a very few seem dimly aware that things are getting bad.

I do not feel I have a legacy to protect.

But... what about us? What about the past?" she asks blankly. "The past isn't real. it's just a dream," I say. "Don't mention the past.

It's because you're always fighting sentiment. You're fighting sentimentality all of the time because being a mother alerts you in such a primal way.

what's right? If you want something, you have the right to take it. If you want to do something, you have the right to do it.