I went to Princeton, I minored in women's studies.

Everyone has sorrow. Everyone has obligations. Everyone keeps going. You lean on the people who love you. You do the best you can, and you keep going.

Regular women carry pictures of their babies, their husbands, their summer houses. Fat ladies carry pictures of themselves at their skinniest.

I'd love to spend a day being supermodel beautiful.

I think I'm much more comfortable talking about other books than my own!

Hefty? I'd railed to Peter, waving the clipping for emphasis. Hefty? For the record 'Hefty' is a trash bag. I'm festively plump.

If a writer writes poems and short stories and novels, but nobody ever reads them, is she really a writer?