I wondered if that was true: if they were all really children wrapped up in adult bodies, like children's books hidden in the middle of dull, long adult books, the kind with no pictures or conversations.

She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful.

As a journalist, I would talk to writers, directors, creative people, and discover that for an awful lot of them, the moment they became successful, that was all they were allowed to do. So you end up talking to the bestselling science-fiction author who wrote a historical-fiction novel that everybody loved, but no one would publish.

Use your blog to connect. Use it as you. Don’t ‘network’ or ‘promote.’ Just talk.

Love me when I least deserve it, because that’s when I really need it.

That's sexism, that is. Going around giving people girly presents just because they're a girl.

Children, as I have said, use back ways and hidden paths, while adults take roads and official paths.