It's hard being visible, so I've made myself invisible.
I don't want to have to give up me, in order to be his.
I try to write about the stuff that torments us all.
Writing is a solitary endeavor, but not a lonely one. When you write, your world is populated by the characters you invent and you feel those people filling your lives.
There's no style, nobody dresses up-you can't be chic [in San Francisco]
She didn't want to let go of him, or the baby, but sometimes life made you give up what you loved most.