I'm finding that success is way more time-consuming than failure ever was.

The sound of the pages turning was the sound of magic. The dry liquid feel of paper under fingertips was what magic felt like.

It's painful to consider anything but writing.

The paradox of publicity is that even as we do it, we know it's killing off the chance of another reader happening across our book in the ideal state of innocence.

If I was made of cake I'd eat myself before somebody else could.

[E]verywhere I'm looking at kids, adults mostly don't seem to like them, not even the parents do. They call the kids gorgeous and so cute, they make the kids do the thing all over again so they can take a photo, but they don't want to actually play with them, they'd rather drink coffee talking to other adults. Sometimes there's a small kid crying and the Ma of it doesn't even hear.

I think there are few films out there that take motherhood seriously.