Ken, my husband, just smelled like he belonged to me. I'm not talking about hygiene. I'm talking about when you hug him, he either feels like a member of your tribe or not. It's their scent.
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.
