The point is this: that the stream of memory may lead you to the river of understanding. And understanding, in turn, may be a tributary to the river of forgiveness.
I usually learn more from the situations I hate than the ones I love.
Life is a whoopee cushion, a chair pulled away just as you were taking a seat.
I won't read novels while writing novels.
A woman who surrenders her freedom need not surrender her dignity.
Dialogue comes naturally to me and I can hear the characters' voices in the scenes.