It Felt Good, The Whole Family Together

Every Minute We Were Together, I Felt Like I Was Wandering In The Dark Through A Strange House, Groping For A Light Switch. And Then, Whenever I Found One And Turned It On, The Bulb Was Dead.

My Novels Are Certainly More Exciting Than My Own Life.

I Find That Even Small Changes Sometimes Jog You Out Of A Mental Rut.

I Know Very Few Writers Who Outline Fully Before They Start. It Just Doesn't Seem Possible To Do, Because So Many Things Don't Come Out Until You're Absolutely Knee-deep In The World.

After All, What Was Adult Life But One Moment Of Weakness Piled On Top Of Another? Most People Just Fell In Line Like Obedient Little Children, Doing Exactly What Society Expected Of Them At Any Given Moment, All The While Pretending That They’d Actually Made Some Sort Of Choice.