When Mother died I was both freed and abandoned, as are we all at this profound juncture in our lives.

The writer's job is not to write a novel, hold it up and say, “Here I am,” but to write a novel, hold it up and say, “Here YOU are.

Lead me not into temptation; I can find the way myself.

Hollywood called just as I crested thirty. My novels did not and still do not interest them, but my writing ability did.

An army of lovers shall not fail.

No one remembers her beginnings. Mothers and aunts tell us about infancy and early childhood, hoping we won't forget the past when they had total control over our lives and secretly praying that because of it, we'll include them in our future.

Love is the wild card of existence.