Being in the library is so addictive for me that I really have to exercise self-control so I can get some writing done at home.

I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a wonderful party, whispering to each other.

There used to be a category called women's fiction - meaning not too rude, not too much sex, a bit domestic and internal. Women have changed so much. We're so varied. And we've become more interested in the same varied experience in fiction.

What happened to a dream without a dreamer?

Life should always be like this. ... Like lingering over a good meal.

Writing mirrors the interior self. You know, any book is like the perfect blueprint of the psyche of the author.

No matter where I was, my compass pointed west. I would always know what time it was in California.