When I started as a writer, I knew nothing about publishing-nothing about anything!

We all have our dreams. May we find them, and God have mercy on us when we do.

I hate the way, once you start to know someone, care about them, their behavior can distress you, even when it's unreasonable and not your fault, even if you were really trying to be careful, tactful.

Maidens who stay maidens turn into saints. Old women become sorceresses. Tough jobs, both of these.

It's lovely. I hate it.

I like writing about women, weak and strong, pathetic and heroic. I like writing about men, ditto. And all the variants of men and women, beasts and demons.

How massively the mountains stand, while low to the ground the sand blows. The sand blows on and on. And then there are no mountains, none at all, the sand has kissed and whispered them away. And still, the sand blows on.