The only graceful thing to do is recognize and embrace what is actually happening, rather than fight against it.

It is in the thousands of days of trying, failing, sitting, thinking, resisting, dreaming, raveling, unraveling that we are at our most engaged, alert, and alive.

When I was starting out there was no Internet, there wasn't this sense that you could be connected to other writers around the world. And that created a kind of innocence, or parochial quality, even in NYC.

I could spend two years cross-legged on my floor and feel like I was working.

We don't ruminate during a fight. Maybe in a bath, or driving a car, or as we take a walk. But not right smack in the middle of a dramatic moment.

It's essential to have sacred time for writing. All successful authors have some daily commitment to keep on-track and moving forward.

I'm most connected to myself when I'm alone in a room, moving my hand across a page. That's when I feel most like me.