I am ninety. Or ninety-three. One or the other.

Age is a terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently spreads cancer throughout your spouse.

I look after those who look after me." He smacks his lips, stares at me, and adds, "I also look after those who don't." - Sara Gruen (Water for Elephants)

I tend not to think about the reading public at all, or the business, when I'm writing.

I hate this bizarre policy of protective exclusion, because it effectively writes me off the page.

I was always searching, always seeking the next big thing, because that was the thing that was going to make everything all right again. And while I was working toward it, it gave me something to think about other than that thing I couldn't put my finger on. But it always came back.

The only thing that makes me crazier than writing is not writing.