If I Don't Feel Like Writing Today

At A Boston Signing, Someone From The Audience Asked Why I Was So Obsessed With Furniture In My Books. The Question Rattled Around In My Head. I Had No Idea That I Was Obsessed With Furniture.

When You Love Someone Deeply, You Know Secrets They Haven't Told You Yet. Or Secrets They Aren't Even Aware Of Themselves. ... She Was Also The Person I Wanted To Share The Trivia Of My Life With, Because That Too Is Part Of The Magic Of Concern: Whatever You Live Is Important To Them And They Will Help You Through It.

Just Write About What Bites You And Damn The Rest.

Part Of Life Is A Quest To Find That One Essential Person Who Will Understand Our Story. But We Choose Wrongly So Often. Over The Ensuing Years That Person We Thought Understood Us Best Ends Up Regarding Us With Pity, Indifference, Or Active Dislike. Those Who Truly Care Can Be Divided Into Two Categories: Those Who Understand Us, And Those Who Forgive Our Worst Sins. Rarely Do We Find Someone Capable Of Both.

The Only Question That Nobody Ever Asks Is: What Breaks Your Heart? I Think That Should Be Asked Of All "artists."... So, What Breaks Your Heart?