In a way, a certain amount of self-criticism is a good thing, because it keeps you humble. Realizing that no matter what success you've achieved, you can still make enemies makes you humble, too.

On a lazy Saturday morning when you're lying in bed, drifting in and out of sleep, there is a space where fantasy and reality become one. Are you awake, or are you dreaming? You see people and things; some are familiar; some are strange. You talk, you feel, but you move without walking; you fly without wings. Your mind and your body exist, but on separate planes. Time stands still. For me, this is the feeling I have when ideas come.

But I married a guy who treated me very badly, but I was happy. I was miserable, so I was happy.

I had a terrible marriage the first time around because I had no self-confidence, even though I had tremendous self-confidence.

Never tell anyone that you're writing a book, going on a diet, exercising, taking a course, or quitting smoking. They'll encourage you to death.

You don't have to die in order to make a living!

My mother was a very literate person who had educated herself. She had an exceptional vocabulary.