I was 40 years old before I became an overnight success, and I'd been publishing for 20 years.

Those are only rumors of suffering. Real suffering has a face and a smell. It lasts in the most intense form no matter what you drape over it. And it knows your name.

For me, everything's too much and nothing's enough.

But I'm not ready to stop listening to the screwed-up inner voice that's been ordering me around for a lifetime. My head thinks it can kill me... and go on living without me.

How much smaller the large places are once we're grown up, when we have car keys and credit cards.

Im always terrified when Im writing.

Faith is a choice like any other. If you're picking a career or a husband - or deciding whether to have a baby - there are feelings and reasons pro and con out the wazoo. But thinking it through is - at the final hour - horse dookey. You can only try out.