Give me a labyrinth to walk and I can usually free my mind.

I always tell my students, about the biggest baddest things in life you must try to write small and light, save the big writing for the unexpected tiny thing that always makes or breaks a story.

The more important question, of course, was what the new Lucy would do, and even though I was pretty sure the old Lucy wouldn't be around much anymore, I was a little bit afraid the new Lucy hadn't yet shown up.

Sometimes I'm writing for magazines on assignment, but the university has to be patient with me. I mean, during the ten-week periods that I have a class, I'm there every Thursday night or whatever it is, but sometimes that's all I'm there, because I'm somewhere else the rest of the time.

I'm not very interested in telling the facts. I have a lot of investment in telling the truth.

One thing I'm always thinking about myself is what am I willing to make up? And the answer is not much.

Give me a labyrinth to walk and I can usually free my mind.