Autonomy is the whole thing; it's what unhappy people are missing. They have given the power to run their lives to other people.

Make notes—I’ve lost more material than I’ve ever written. Contrary to popular opinion, it’s not still up there in one’s brain. It’s in outer space and it ain’t coming back.

I think living the blessed life is the luck of the draw.

Two separate, distinct personalities, not separate at all, but inextricably bound, soul and body and mind, to each other, how did we get so far apart so fast?

I can write for a long time on one novel and not get tired.

. . . crazy world or maybe it's just the view we have of it, looking through a crack in the door, never being able to see the whole room, the whole picture.

Autonomy is the whole thing; it's what unhappy people are missing. They have given the power to run their lives to other people.