She thought that this man was her savior, that he had come to her at a time in her life when her life demanded completion, an end, a permanent fixing of all that was troubled and shifting and deadly. And yet it was absurd to think this. No person could save another. So she drew back from him and released him.

Among many of my friends and acquaintances, I seem to be one of the very few individuals who felt or feels no ambivalence about my mother. All my feelings for my mother were positive, very strong and abiding.

The regional voice is the universal voice.

Maybe, love is always forgiveness, to a degree.

An actress wants to be seen. An actress wants to be loved. By multitudes of people, not just one lone man.

And so you must grant to God what is God and not try to think of what you have lost, for that way is madness.

When I'm really involved or getting towards the end of a novel, I can write for up to ten hours a day. At those times, it's as though I'm writing a letter to someone I'm desperately in love with.