I can never understand why people who have not seen me for a while ask if I am still writing. They might as well ask me if I am still breathing.

It's what they say to do when you're depressed, you know. Walk in someone else's shoes for a while, and your own won't feel so tight.

Happiness is wanting what you have.

When you’ve found the right one - when you see him, when you’re with him - you’ll feel like you’re coming home.

Anyone of any age, any race, any background, any education - if they write an interesting enough book - can become a published author. What it takes is imagination, the ability to put words on a paper in an interesting, perhaps even unique way, the fortitude to rewrite, rewrite, rewrite, and polish, edit, polish, edit until the story sort of sings. I think everyone has a story inside him, but only a few have the persistence and, of course, the interest, to write it down and see it through.

It's all right to have secrets, ... as long as you don't have any secrets from yourself.

The first draft is just a skeleton-just bare bones. It's like the very first rehearsal of a play, where the director moves the actors around mechanically to get a feel of the action.