I can write anywhere.
How wonderful it was to love something without the compromise of language.
Marriage is survived just on the basis of ordinary etiquette, day in and day out. Also cooking together helps a lot.
I thought, frankly, that it would be more pleasant to write a memoir than it was.
No one else can hold your hand or take this voyage of the soul for you.
It is easy to forget that in the main we die only seven times more slowly than our dogs.
We are all naturally xenophobic.
Fishing tournaments seem a little like playing tennis with living balls...
I couldn’t run a tight schedule, and if you’re any good at teaching, you get sucked dry because you like your students and you’re trying to help them, but you don’t have any time left to write yourself.
Life is an honor, albeit anonymously delivered.
I had let my digust with teaching ruin my love of literature.
New Yorkers are mostly interested in New York – in case you haven’t noticed.
Success and money can really be quite blinding.
I rarely read or buy a book because of a review.
I’m not rational enough to be a good journalist.
Dad said I would always be “high minded and low waged” from reading too much Ralph Waldo Emerson. Maybe he was right.
I’ve never felt influenced by Ernest Hemingway though I suppose there is something inevitable there.
I was on the verge of jumping into one of those holes in life out of which we emerge a bit tattered and bloody, though we remain sure nonetheless that we had to make the jump.
The fact is, the media never gets off the interstate unless there’s a major explosion.
Writing as a woman presents enormous problems but I have attempted it several times and haven’t had many complaints.