This is your life. You are responsible for it. You will not live forever. Don't wait.

Life is not orderly. No matter how we try to make life so, right in the middle of it we die, lose a leg, fall in love, drop a jar of applesauce. In summer, we work hard to make a tidy garden, bordered by pansies with rows or clumps of columbine, petunias, bleeding hearts. Then we find ourselves longing for the forest, where everything has the appearance of disorder; yet we feel peaceful there.

Read books. They are good for us.

This is your life. You are responsible for it. You will not live forever. Don't wait.

I feel very rich when I have time to write and very poor when I get a regular paycheck and no time at my real work.

Great lovers realize that they are what they are in love with.

I think book publishing is fun, but I also know I've been very lucky.