When People Ask What I Write About,

Although Salinger Had Long Since Cut Me Out Of His Life Completely And Made It Plain That He Had Nothing But Contempt For Me, The Thought Of Becoming The Object Of His Wrath Was More Than I Felt Ready To Take On.

The Big Dramas That Fascinate Me Are The Quiet Ones That Happen Behind Closed Doors In So-called Ordinary Families.

I Had Known There Had Been A Serial Killer On Mount Tamalpais, And It Felt So Incongruous In Such A Beautiful, Peaceful Spot.

I Have Long Observed That The Act Of Writing Is Viewed, By Some, As An Elite And Otherworldly Act, All The More So If A Person Isn't Paid For What She Writes.

[on Home Births:] In A House Where There Had Been Three People, There Were Now Four, Although No One Had Come In The Door.