The truth will make you odd.

What's the point of thinking about how it's going to end when it's just the beginning?

Are you there God? It's me, Margaret.

It's strange, but when it comes right down to it I never do fall apart--even when I'm sure I will.

When I started to write, it was the '70s, and throughout that decade, we didn't have any problems with book challenges or censorship.

My mother was a cracker jack typist. And she would come in and sit at my house and type the final type script before I would then send it to the publisher. And it was nice for us.

My husband says I have too much imagination, but I don't think a writer can have too much imagination!