I'm not nearly smart enough or imaginative enough to tackle the novel form. Never happen.
I find a great deal of comfort and care in my faith and prayer. I'd sooner do without air than prayer.
I get so lonely sometimes, I could put a box on my head and mail myself to a stranger.
For me, everything's too much and nothing's enough.
I tell people not to write too soon about their lives. Writing about yourself too young is loaded with psychological complexities.
Ten years, she's dead, and I still find myself some mornings reaching for the phone to call her. She could no more be gone than gravity or the moon.