Maybe the body is taking responsibility where the mind is not. It's scrapbooking for us.

I think the one reason that writers marry other writers - one of the reasons that I married another writer - was, I fell in love with that writer. But second of all, I had been married before and a source of marital strife was me needing to go away for a couple of weeks to write or it's Saturday and I think I just need to work today and not hang out with you.

As a writer, you want to go somewhere else sometimes. You want to vary the terrain that you're exploring.

When you are expending much energy on someone else's demise, it's like you weaken your psychic immune system.

Home is the place where, when you go there, they have to take you in. In other words: Home has exceedingly low standards.

Every once in a while when I get a migraine, I like to think, "Who hates me today?"

I guess what I find so interesting about memory, and its role in a person's identity, is how the attempt to achieve accuracy requires you to remove yourself from your life in an authorial manner.