Who knows what part we play in other people's dreams?

Of the first seven novels I wrote, numbers four and five were published. Numbers one, two, three, six, and seven, have never seen the light of day... and rightly so.

To many women mistake a man's hostility for wit and his silence for depth.

My primary lesson, however, was that I'm a solo writer, happiest when I'm making all the executive decisions. I've always been willing to rise or fall on my own merits.

You write one book and you're ready for fame and fortune. I don't know that people are spending the time and attention on learning how to write-which takes years. Everybody sees the success stories.

Poise and indifference so often look the same.

People talk about dysfunctional families; I've never seen any other kind.