The garden has taught me to live, to appreciate the times when things are fallow and when they're not.
I don't feel I'm angry. I feel as though I'm describing something true. If I had stabbed my husband, I could understand being called "angry." If I had an affair with my husband's best friend and written about that experience, I could see the anger. But I'm not doing that.
One's obligation every day, is to choose to follow the nobler one.
Why is a picture of something real eventually more exciting than the thing itself?
I suppose you could say I love outlaw American culture.
A professional writer is a joke. You write because you can't do anything else, and then you have another job.