Ghosts don't haunt us. That's not how it works. They're present among us because we won't let go of them.

Age plays cruel tricks on the human face; all our repressed feelings become visible on the surface, where they harden like a mask.

Sometimes I wonder what the difference is between being cautious and being dead.

Grief is as contagious as a yawn.

All of us are subjected to somebody else's power at some point. So once in a while you kiss ass. So what? Either you make your peace with that early, or you end up living your life as a crank and a misfit.

I write because it's all I know how to do. Writing is my anchor and my purpose. My life is informed by writing, whether the work is going well or I'm stuck in the hell of writer's block, which I'm happy to report only occurs about once a day.

A woman should never, never, never be financially dependent to anyone, especially a man, because the minute you were dependent, you could be abused.