I stand in the mist and cry, thinking of myself standing in the mist and crying, and wondering if I will ever be able to use this experience in a book.
I do a lot of teaching... and so I think I know how hard it is for young writers, how they have to work two jobs to survive.
Solitude is un-American.
Singularity shows something wrong in the mind.
I have forgotten my rave reviews and memorized my vicious ones - like most writers.
I've never been able to control my public image.