Shame can kill the imagination. It's hard to keep writing in the face of cultural derision.

He's male. I've noticed that sometimes the brains simply get left out of the package.

Sometimes I spend all day in my dressing gown. But if I do dress, I make myself ravishing because then, I feel ravishing.

Some say writing is its own reward. I write for money, but writing for money is not so bad, especially when that writing brings you joy.

You’re the only one for me. I came back from the dead for you, Daisy. Twice.

I don't want Christmas season to end, because it's the only time I can legitimately indulge in on particular addiction: glitter.

Shame can kill the imagination. It's hard to keep writing in the face of cultural derision.