I realized that I might not ever make it as a writer, that it might be because I wasn't good enough, or that it might be because the odds were just too long.

The only sensible approach is not to take it too seriously. What counts is the writing.

The most interesting things that happen in my books are usually the things that arise spontaneously, the things that surprise me.

You know, Im always surprised when I read profiles, and they make me sound so jaded. I am so not jaded.

There's a socialist bias to the consensus of the literary world: a '30s mentality that says factory workers are more worthy of our attention.

You have friends who actually care about you and speak the language of the inner self. You have avoided them of late. Your soul is as disheveled as your apartment, and until you can clean it up a little you don't want to invite anyone inside.

Eat, drink and remarry is my motto.