It's life. You don't figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.

There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers.

What they don't know is that I went over the edge years ago, and lived to tell the tale.

I believe that we are given strength and help from a power much larger than ourselves. I believe if I humble myself that this power will come through me, and help me create work that is bigger than I would have ever been able to have done alone.

Friends are supposed to act like harbor boats-let you know if you're off course. But it ain't always possible.

I never claimed to be a low-maintenance gal, but when I'm writing, it's particularly challenging. I lose things constantly: my watch, my glasses, my papers, my mind.

I want to lay up like that, to float unstructured, without ambition or anxiety. I want to inhabit my life like a porch.