Like a small animal burrowing into its hole, I shift furniture around, and back myself into a cozy corner, with my back to the wall...and then I can write.

I move between San Francisco and Paris... I have a wonderful beach house in California.

She didn't want to let go of him, or the baby, but sometimes life made you give up what you loved most.

People do strange things sometimes, when they feel hopeless.

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

Sing Me no songs tell me no tales cry me no tears, but remember me kindly.

Don't worry about it. The right thing will come at the right time.