My early reviews were so bad that I decided I didn't want to read them again.

There's no style, nobody dresses up-you can't be chic [in San Francisco]

I wish I were brave, although I try. I work too hard and don't play enough. Too much work ethic, not enough 'fun'.

I started writing stories as a child.

What intrigues me is the difference in how women experience power, and how men do.

.. 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.

Maybe some people just aren't meant to be in our lives forever. Maybe some people are just passing through.