I was a lousy journalist. I could never be objective. Sometimes I invented the whole story.

Affection is like the noonday sun; it does not need the presence of another to be manifest.

I get hundreds of emails daily and a lot of feedback from people that are reading or have read my books. When I'm writing, or in my daily life, I just think of the work. I love to tell a story, but I might work with a story to make it the best I can without thinking of how many people will read it or if it will influence anybody.

I'm such a control freak. I want to control even my own death. Decide when I will die and how.

The first few months of my life of every year are in total retreat. I don't see anybody except my husband and my dog, I don't talk to anybody, and I just write.

When love exists, nothing else matters, not life’s predicaments, not the fury of the years, not a physical winding down or scarcity of opportunity.

Writing is a process, a journey into memory and the soul.