If I hadn't had my children, I wouldn't have written more and better, I would have written less and worse.

I used to think there would be a blinding flash of light someday, and then I would be wise and calm and would know how to cope with everything and my kids would rise up and call me blessed. Now I see that whatever I'm like, I'm pretty well stuck with it for life. Hell of a revelation that turned out to be.

When I say work I only mean writing. Everything else is just odd jobs.

Pride was my wilderness, and the demon that led me there was fear.

Well, you're young. You know a lot you won't know later on.

If I hadn't had my children, I wouldn't have written more and better, I would have written less and worse.

The dead don't bear a grudge nor seek a blessing. The dead don't rest uneasy. Only the living.