Placing my head on my knees, I let the irrational tears fall unrestrained. I am crying over the loss of something I never had. How ridiculous. Mourning something that never was – my dashed hopes, my dashed dreams, and my soured expectations.
We aim to please.
But the only way you are going to sort the problem, whatever it is, is to talk it through with him. You can do all the thinking you like – but until you actually talk, you’re not going to get anywhere.
Anastasia, I earn roughly one hundred thousand dollars an hour.” My mouth drops open. That is an obscene amount of money.
I do not look at the world in terms of black and white – and I find people who do rather scary. I think it’s all shades of grey.
The best person to write for is yourself – and what better place to start than in a journal.
Any relationship that you have is about negotiation – anything – whether there is a written contract or not.
I’ve set the bar quite high in terms of storytelling.
I’m not a great writer.
I think virgins are far more interesting to write about. If we’ve been around the block a few times, we know what to expect. Not so with virgins.
I really like clever men who challenge you.
I think women love to read love stories.
I’m looking forward to getting back to my house and my Ugg boots and not washing sometimes, and getting back to writing.
If you’ve been married for 400 years, as I have, it’s nice to experience first love again and you can vicariously through a book.
Once you’re in charge of your job, your house, your children, getting the food on the table, doing all of this, all of the time, it’d be nice for someone else to be in charge for a bit maybe.
It’s much easier to wear your pain on the outside.
I came up with a story and I wrote it.
Women basically want the same thing – a good passionate story, a great fantasy – and for our partners to do the laundry and the washing up.
God forbid that women have fantasies.
All a writer wants is to be read, and people are so flattering and lovely. I mean, there are witches out there as well. But most are so kind.
Language evolves and moves on. It is an organic thing. It is not stuck in an ivory tower, hung with expensive works of art.