I know so many writers who are a hundred times better than me and have longer, greater ideas than mine, but they gave up; they stopped. The biggest talent you can have is determination.

I was tired and crazy and rushed, and every time I boarded a plane, I wanted the plane to crash. I envied people dying of cancer. I hated my life. I was tired and bored with my job and my furniture, and I couldn’t see any way to change things. Only end them.

Did perpetual happiness in the Garden of Eden maybe get so boring that eating the apple was justified?

I try to get centered: Watching white moon face The stars never feel anger Blah, blah, blah, the end

Brandy is so attractive you could chop her head off and put it on blue velvet in the window at Tiffany's and somebody would buy it for a million dollars.

Writing is like sex, if it's difficult you're not doing it right.

Mylife might be little and boring, but at least it’s mine - not some assembly-line, secondhand, hand-me-down life.