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

I've never been able to force a novel. I always had the sense something being given to me. You can't sit around and wait until inspiration strikes, but neither can you force into being something that isn't there.

Why doesn't Prin go and get her own goddamn blistering bloody shitty jelly doughnuts?

Bless me or not, Lord, just as You please, for I'll not beg.

I am rampant with memory.

Holidays are enticing only for the first week or so. After that, it is no longer such a novelty to rise late and have little to do.

Privacy is a privilege not granted to the aged or the young.