It isn't whether you do it well or ill, it's that you do it all.

I write because I admire the act of rationalization, of seeking clarity in one's understanding of the complexities of life, and I'm bad at it. I'm slow. Writing, which is an arduous and slow process, proceeds at the same rate as my sloth-like mind.

When I write a book, I write very cleanly from page one to the last page. I hardly ever write out of sequence.

Everyone dies. It's a question of where and how, that's all.

No, she wasn't losing language. She was choking on it.

Sorrow has a name, and its name is loneliness. Sorrow has a shape, and its shape is absence. Sorrow is a sickness like any other.

Growth and change were viewed as reactions to conditions met