What Other People Think Of Me Is

I Have Two Writer Daughters, And A Psychoanalyst Daughter, And A Lawyer Daughter, And They Wish We Didn't Write, I'm Sure, But We Write. If We Were A Painting Family, We Would Paint.

Grief Is In Two Parts. The First Is Loss. The Second Is The Remaking Of Life.

You Have To Have A Certain Kind Of Thickening Of The Hide. I Mean, I'm Not Particularly Worried About What Other People Think. If Other People Think That I Was Not The World's Most Perfect Mother, They Are Completely Right.

I Am Not A Perfect Friend, And It Is Impossible Not To Rebuff Or Be Rebuffed If You Move About The World.

I Would Prefer You Not To Say, "that Was The Most Terribly Written Piece I've Ever Read." That Would Hurt Me. But You Don't Think I'm The Best Person In The World? Well, Alright.