You love someone. You don’t leave her to drown. And you don’t tell her she’s crazier than she already knows that she is!

You could have kept on driving and never looked back. No one's ever had to stop for me. Or even hear me. Anyway, you did, and now I'm afraid the time for choice is behind us both.

That's another sort of being haunted: starting something and never finishing it.

I could never stand to be a writer. Not a real writer. It's entirely too awful, having thoughts that refuse to become sentences.

I am a dead woman. Dead and insane.

Sometimes a short cut is just a short cut to disaster.

Jesus Christ is our Saviour.

Talent is only cream in your coffee. There is no reason to rest on your talent. If you don't present it, then it gets nowhere.

Develop a mailing list... anyone who comes through your studio or meets you at art shows or anywhere. It's the power of permission-based marketing. Email your latest work to the list, every month.

It's like trying to drink whisky from a bottle of wine.

The productivity now at universities is terrible. Tenure is a terrible idea. It keeps them around forever and they don't have to work hard.

Like other secret lovers, many speak mockingly about popular culture to conceal their passion for it.

Plenty and indigence depend upon the opinion every one has of them; and riches, like glory of health, have no more beauty or pleasure than their possessor is pleaded to lend them.

I don't keep secrets because I'm no good at them!

We have entered 'The Era of the Three-Option Woman and the No-Option Man.'