I think there's a rule that once you want to live somewhere, you can't find a job.

I think diseases have no eyes. They pick with a dizzy finger anyone, just anyone.

When I'm starting to feel, "How many more people are there?" I go slower. I ask questions, and that person engaging with me gives me energy.

The thoughts of letting go of everything I love overwhelms like a tsunami of sorrow.

I can't do a linear novel. I'm just going to write what I need to write.

You know, if you've got nine people that you've got to get a treat for - because you do have sweet food, even if you're poor - you can't go out and buy a Sara Lee cake. You buy the big bag of cookies, those chocolate and vanilla ones with the icing. That has a lot of trans fat in it, but it goes a long way with a lot of people.

I have to get my will in order. I have to get the Macondo Foundation going. I want to invest the money and resources that I've gotten from working so hard so that it's shared and it has its life beyond me.