Every time I get through the work on a book of nonfiction, I say I'll never do it again; it takes so much out of you.

She needs a new journal. The one she has is problematic. To get to the present, she needs to page through the past, and when she does, she remembers things, and her new journal entries become, for the most part, reactions to the days she regrets, wants to correct, rewrite.

We are all feeding from each other, all the time, every day.

Because I grew up with this naive expectation of people doing right, I get shocked by every little violation.

When I was on the bestseller list with the first book, everyone who knows me knows that every week it continued to be on the list was a very dark week for me. Everyone knows that all I wanted was to be off that list.

I still get my news from the newspaper in the morning. I just have an affection for paper, and that's no secret, I guess.

Humans are divided between those who can still look through the eyes of youth and those who cannot.