Wine and a straitjacket. That pretty much sums it up.

It’s not like I planned it. I never woke up from some rosy dream and said, “Okay, world, today I’m gonna spaz.

She also understood there was a hole in her heart where her son should be, that she was a wicked, selfish woman for wishing him back.

She was no stripper with a heart of gold, that was for sure. A heart of steel, more like.

We didn’t want to admit it then, but we were friends. Best friends.

You’re saying, “What the hell am I gonna do with her?” You’re saying, “Shit, did she take her pills?” You’re saying, “Once upon a time, I used to have a little girl.

Writing is a solitary business. It’s just you and your characters and a blank page you need to fill.

I long for some connection, to the real and those who love them, and hope that my fiction can reach beyond the veil, that I might touch someone and make them feel something…or something.

A woman brings so much more to the world than birth, for she can birth discovery, intelligence, invention, art, just as well as any man.

Okay, I’ll just jump right out and say it. I have anxiety issues.

Just five minutes, God, I chant like some hostage negotiator on the brink of a resolution. Five minutes alone. Please, please. Please.

I love you. I trust you and... I want to be your human canvas!

Actually it's just a thought in your mind. Please put in clear your mind with that thoughts.!!

Ties are straightened and expressions banished.

The biggest mistake you could ever make is to think you work for anyone but yourself

Day's work is still to do, Whatever the day's doom.

Until humanity manages to sort itself out and get a co-ordinated view about the planet, it's going to get worse and worse.

Opportunity makes us known to others, but more to ourselves.

You're looking at each and every potential corner for an air bubble to escape. Absolutely! You're on the best of your game.

What makes a great dancer is not technique. What makes a great dancer is passion.

I remember the first check I got for 'The Office,' and it made me feel sad. It ruined it. ... Because there was sort of a nobility in poverty.