This was my modest dream come true: unambitious flight. The kind that never even got high enough for a view.

A funny line can never exist on its own. It needs to be surrounded by mood and circumstances.

You know, as fiction writers, if our instincts are off, we can't pay our bills.

Plots are for dead people.

I had never feared insomnia before--like prison, wouldn't it just give you more time to read?

It was part of being a girl in the '60s that you were creative.

Your numbness is something perhaps you cannot help. It is what the world has done to you. But your coldness. That is what you do to the world.