I can't imagine what it would be like to write in a relaxed state. I'm going to be writing some stories for my own interest. I want to experiment with different things and see if I can approach writing with much less control and in a better psychological state. It will be like breaking out of a straitjacket.

What if we had a chance to do it again and again, until we finally did get it right? Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Time was a thief, he stole your life away from you and the only way you could get it back was to outwit him and snatch it right back.

Certainly I had a really terrible time with 'Emotionally Weird.' When I finished it, I thought, 'I can't write any more.

They said love made you strong, but in Louise's opinion it made you weak. It corkscrewed into your heart and you couldn't get it out again, not without ripping your heart to pieces.

She was a terrible mother, there was no doubt about it, but she didn't even have the strength to feel guilty.

I feel as if I’m waiting for something dreadful to happen, and then I realize it already has.