I used to get criticized for putting food in novels.

The wilderness does not make you forget your normal life so much as it removes the distractions for proper remembering.

I couldn't run a tight schedule, and if you're any good at teaching, you get sucked dry because you like your students and you're trying to help them, but you don't have any time left to write yourself.

I can maintain my sense of the sacredness of existence only by understanding my own limitations and losing my self-importance.

Fate has never ladled out hardship very evenly, and this frequently trips our often infantile sense of justice.

I thought, frankly, that it would be more pleasant to write a memoir than it was.

Life is an honor, albeit anonymously delivered.