I read so I can live more than one life in more than one place.

Not until the final draft do I force myself to remember that I'm going to have to think about how it will affect other people.

I'm too shy for personal appearances, and I've found out that anytime I talk about my writing, I can't do any writing for many weeks afterward.

Justine hated pantsuits. Whenever she saw one, she had an urge to tell the owner some scandalous fortune, loudly enough to be heard everywhere: 'The father of your next-to-last baby has run off with a cigar-smoking redhead.

It is very difficult to live among people you love and hold back from offering them advice.

People always call it luck when you've acted more sensibly than they have.