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.

An idea in the head is like a rock in the shoe; I just can't wait to get it out.

We all have found ourselves in awkward, embarrassing situations, often brought on by ourselves - thinking we are saying something clever, for example, when it turns out to sound really mean or stupid. Those are the kind of embarrassing situations that we could have avoided. "Welcome to the human race," is about the only comfort we can give ourselves.

Why is life so complicated....?' I asked. 'To keep us from being bored,' he said.

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.

Happiness is wanting what you have.