Only Bad Writers Think That Their Work

I Became A Full-time Writer In 1993 And Have Been Very Happy, Insofar As Anybody Is, Since.

We Have Lost The Art Of Public Tenderness, These Small Gestures Of Wiping And Washing; We Have Forgotten How Abjectly The Body Welcomes A Formal Touch.

There Are Little Thoughts In Your Head That Can Grow Until They Eat Your Entire Mind. Just Tiny Little Thoughts--they Are Like A Cancer, There Is No Telling What Triggers The Spread, Or Who Will Be Struck, And Why Some Get It And Others Are Spared.

I Was Raised In A Very Old Fashioned Ireland Where Women Were Reared To Be Lovely.

The Way To Write A Book Is To Actually Write A Book. A Pen Is Useful, Typing Is Also Good. Keep Putting Words On The Page.