I tried to keep myself away from him by using con words like "fidelity" and "adultery", by telling myself that he would interfere with my work, that I had him I'd be too happy to write. I tried to tell myself I was hurting Bennett, hurting myself, making a spectacle of myself. I was. But nothing helped. I was possessed. The minute he walked into a room and smiled at me, I was a goner.

We find our calling or it finds us, and it's a sin against the fates not to use your talent when you have it.

writers do not choose their subjects; their subjects choose them.

There is no loneliness like the loneliness of a dead marriage.

A baby's mother also needs a mother.

It's easier to write about pain than about joy. Joy is wordless.

it is not unusual to hate great writers before we learn to love them. Because they have created something that did not yet exist, they must also create their audience. Sometimes the audience is not yet ready. Sometimes it has yet to be born.