I didn't want to talk, and I didn't think dogs could solve my problems. But they were so uncritical and un-judgmental. Sometimes when you're really blue, you don't want to talk, but you want that sense of companionship. I certainly enjoy that with my beasts.

Sometimes I think I've figured out some order in the universe, but then I find myself in Florida

I might have missed my calling as an editor. In the spring, the sight of my empty garden beds gives me the horticultural equivalent of writers' block: So much space! So many plants to choose among, and yet none of them seem quite right!

The first thing I think about when I wake up most mornings is the fact that I’m tired.

I am dismayed to realize that much of the advice I used to parcel out to aspiring writers has passed its sell-by date.

I want a chainsaw very badly, because I think cutting down a tree would be unbelievably satisfying. I have asked for a chainsaw for my birthday, but I think I'll probably be given jewelry instead.

Orchid hunting is a mortal occupation.