As I get older, the things I'm sure of become fewer.

my major form of exercise is jumping to conclusions.

There are old riders and bold riders, but no old bold riders.

When I began writing, the words that inspired me were these: A writer is someone who has written today. If you want to be a writer, whats stopping you?

Jealousy is an emotion. It doesn't have to make sense. In fact, it usually doesn't.

Give the girl an inch and she thinks she's a ruler.

A writer is someone who has written something today

When you have an important story to tell, the words you need seem to come of their own accord.

Beyond a certain point, that was all a mother could do for her children - Hang around long enough to drive them crazy.

I now can be sure that, once I start writing a book, I'll be able to finish it. I've also become more assured about my 'voice' as a writer and being able to keep the characters true to themselves.

I've been writing for a long time. I sat down to write my first novel in the middle of March of 1982.

The biggest mistake you can make is listening to people who've given up on their dreams telling you to give up on yours.

[T]he full and complete development of a country, the welfare of the world and the cause of peace require the maximum participation of women on equal terms with men in all fi

Some seek the comfort of their therapist's office, other head to the corner pub and dive into a pint, but I chose running as my therapy.

A thought may be very commendable as a thought, but I value it chiefly as a window through which I can obtain insight on the thinker.

I wish the state of enthusiasm I am in may last, for to-day I have felt that there is a God; I have been devotional, and my mind has bben led away from the follies that it is mostly wrapped up in.

I think I gravitate towards rock 'n' roll as a playground where I can say anything.

Cocooning: The need to protect oneself from the harsh, unpredictable realities of the outside world.

I found once you start writing about God it's really fun. It's like a rock singer saying "baby." "Baby, baby, baaayy-by." You start saying "God" on the page and you don't want to stop.

Give love and forget that you gave it.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.