I loved my life, but my choices were overloading and overwhelming me. Listening to inner feelings and fulfilling some of these urges when they come along is incredibly important.

Ive really written my books for my husband and our family. Theyve brought us closer together by allowing us to discuss things that were unspoken for so long.

I don't think I'm generous enough to be the straight guy. I sort of make my own way and make my own statement. Do I mind pushing myself forward? Not at all.

Suffering from dysentery at sea was no picnic.

After all my probing into the human brain, I should still be aware of mysteries and come up with them myself.

There was a special challenge in describing the awful childhood of a person who happens to be my own husband. It was very painful at times, for both of us.

There is a probably natural and learned reticence with myself talking about my early life.