Some of you might know me as Meg Lacey, but Lynda Miller is my real name. Of course, I am usually called Lynn and only Lynda by my father when I was in trouble.

Life is about enjoying the journey, not the end destination.

It is pointless to complain about the problems of the world as long as we continue contributing to them.

Writing is a conduit. It opens up a passageway into the past. Not just for the writer, but for the reader too. Both readers and writer are linked by the commonality of human experience.

Every state of welfare, every feeling of satisfaction, is negative in its character; that is to say, it consists in freedom from pain, which is the positive element of existence.

Just as man can't exist without his body, so no rights can exist without the right to translate one's rights into reality, to think, to work and keep the results, which means: the right of property.

The wind is the appalling enemy. It is mind-destroying, physically-destroying, soul-destroying.

You are not truly a Warhol superstar unless you are dead.

I balance my meals. I have never been a big dessert guy.

I grew up around strong women; weak men were pickled and salted. The women wouldn't waste time raising a weak boy.

The army should go back to their assigned duties, and police should take the responsibility of fighting the cartels.