But We Cannot Unbraid The

I Was Starting To Wonder If I Was Ready To Be A Writer, Not Someone Who Won Prizes, Got Published And Was Given The Time And Space To Work, But Someone Who Wrote As A Course Of Life. Maybe Writing Wouldn't Have Any Rewards. Maybe The Salvation I Would Gain Through Work Would Only Be Emotional And Intellectual. Wouldn't That Be Enough, To Be A Waitress Who Found An Hour Or Two Hidden In Every Day To Write?

Some People Need A Huge Amount Of Attention, And They Are Worthy Of That Attention, And They're Still Exhausting.

If I Had Problems, I Kept Them To Myself. I Didn't Make A Scene.

My Novels Are Very Much The Same, As I Think Many People's Novels Are.

I Don't Believe In Fate, As In, Which I - As A Catholic, I Think, Sort Of Predestination. But I Certainly Believe In Chance.