My abiding theme is separations.
I was dictating to my mother when I was 5.
Writers are the lunatic fringe of publishing.
I was 37 years old. I wanted to support myself by writing.
I'd like to get out of here without having to talk to the producer.
I knew I'd have to go to work in real estate or something else or I could never finish my novel.
The more interesting the 9-to-5 work is, the more it takes away from my real work, which is writing.
It takes far less courage to kill yourself than it takes to make yourself wake up one more time. It is harder to stay where you are than to get out.
It's astonishing what some women will put up with just to have a warm body. Some of the brightest women I know are just obsessed with that search. It's very sad.