Deep in my heart how the presence of you shines, in a light to last a whole life through.

Sometimes I just wanted to raise my hands and stop. But stop what? Maybe just growing up.

The only way I can lose my mind in bed is to destroy myself in a fantasy.

Then I read Little Women, and of course, like a lot of really young girls, I was very taken with Jo - Jo being the writer and the misfit.

Writing is not some quiet, closet act.

I watch a lot of crime shows. The head investigator always said to the crime solver, "What do you say?" And inevitably the other has to say something like, "Well I'm thinking he was shot in the neck with a certain gun and he seemed to be running." The solver has to picture what he's seeing first, and then express his own observations. The writer does the same.

I'm pretty moral about what I do. If I didn't think I was worthy of doing something, I wouldn't do it. I ain't gonna waste a bunch of people's time.