That's the risk you take if you change: that people you've been involved with won't like the new you. But other people who do will come along.

It had been fourteen years and I hadn't had anything published. I had 250 rejection slips. I got my first novel published and it was called Kinflicks. It turned out to be a best seller.

The French would eat anything that couldn't outrun them.

Just as you began to feel that you could make good use of time, there was no time left to you.

I wrote for twelve years and collected 250 rejection slips before getting any fiction published, so I guess outside reinforcement isn't all that important to me.

Depression was a very active state really. Even if you appeared to an observer to be immobilized, your mind was in a frenzy of paralysis. You were unable to function, but were actively despising yourself for it.

If you kept moving, you never had to mourn what you were leaving behind.