So often people tell me: you got me through this, you've really helped me. And I never realized that part of what I do is that I give people hope.

.. All you know is your parents telling you that you're not deserving, you're not worthy, and no one will ever want you. Believe me, tapes like that play so loud, you can't hear anything else. Even when it's clear otherwise.

I once looked like Norman Mailer in a picture with bad lighting.

I have these wonderful homes, and no one to share them with.

What’s ready? Was Steinback ready? Hemingway? Shakespeare? Dickens? Jane Austen? They just did it, didn’t they?

I try to give people hope. Even though life is bleak, there's hope out there.

It's been very hard, after being mostly a mom, to develop an adult life of my own. And not being married anymore, I have to come up with challenges.