Pity And Friendship Seek Different Habitations.

I Do Eat Well. I Try To Love My Body. That Is What I Tell My Daughter. I Say, 'love Every Bite Of Food. Love Your Body. We're All Going To Be Dead Soon.' Actually I Don't Say That Last Thing To Her.

Pity And Friendship Seek Different Habitations.

You Either Have A Baby, Want A Baby, Or Don't Want A Baby, But You Don't Nothing A Baby If You're In Your 30s Or 40s.

As Soon As I Began, It Seemed Impossible To Write Fast Enough – I Wrote Faster Than I Would Write A Letter – Two Thousand To Three Thousand Words In A Morning, And I Cannot Help It.

It’s Getting Too Late In My Life To Care About The Small Things. It’s Getting Too Late To Not Be Brave, To Not Live My Life Fully, To Not Try To Be An Artist. Trivial Things Like How Nice Your Hotel Room Is, Or If You Have To Be Naked For A While, They Fade Away.