I love traveling, but I love the bum I married, and the bums I gave birth to, more. And the dogs. I love them, too.

I guess you could say that no matter what the characters are enduring, I try to make them retain their humanity. Their self-absorbed, grouchy, selfish, aggravating humanity.

I love dogs.

I'd go to a bookstore, and I'd flip through flap copy, and I'd think, 'If this gal can get published, I can get published.'

I love traveling, but I hate planes.

I love the desert and its incomparable sense of space.