She always had to have someone to love...She couldn't seem to believe that anyone could really love her. She always thought it was because she was a star, not just because of her herself, and she always had to be reassured.

With each book I write, I become more and more convinced that the books have a life of their own, quite apart from me.

The novelist helps us to see things we might not notice otherwise.

As the skipping rope hit the pavement, so did the ball. As the rope curved over the head of the jumping child, the child with the ball caught the ball. Down came the ropes. Down came the balls. Over and over again. Up. Down. All in rhythm. All identical. Like the houses. Like the paths. Like the flowers

If you aren't unhappy sometimes you don't know how to be happy.

My protagonists, male and female, are me.

You learn to write by doing it.