Think of many things. Never place your happiness in one person's power. Be just to yourself.

All you who sleep tonight Far from the ones you love, No hand to left or right, An emptiness above-- Know that you aren't alone. The whole world shares your tears, Some for two nights or one, And some for all your years.

I don't pick and choose subjects or settings; they pick and choose me.

What is the difference between my life and my love? One gets me low, the other lets me go.

It is exciting to write about the present once one gets beyond the trivia of the moment. As a time to live in, as a time to think about, the present is intriguing.

I want my books to sell, to be read. I'm not interested in being obscure.

Boredom provides a stronger inclination to write than anything.