My idea of a productive day, as both a child and an adult, was reading for hours and staring out the window.
Gail CaldwellThat she was irreplaceable became a bittersweet loyalty: Her death was what I had now instead of her.
Gail CaldwellIf writers possess a common temperament, it's that they tend to be shy egomaniacs; publicity is the spotlight they suffer for the recognition they crave.
Gail CaldwellWhat do you do when the story changes in midlife? When a tale you have told yourself turns out to be a little untrue, just enough to throw the world off-kilter? It’s like leaving the train at the wrong stop: You are still you, but in a new place, there by accident or grace, and you will need your wits about you to proceed.
Gail Caldwell