Funny, When You Finally Faced Reality, It

Approach Your Lives As If They Were Novels, With Their Own Heroes, Villains, Red Herrings, And Triumphs.

I Am A Natural Optimist But There Were Times When (it Seemed Like) I Was Doing Nothing But Adding Up On The Back Of Envelope What I Had To Pay This Month.

The First Four Months Of Writing The Book, My Mental Image Is Scratching With My Hands Through Granite. My Other Image Is Pushing A Train Up The Mountain, And It's Icy, And I'm In Bare Feet.

If You Want To Be Happy For Life, Love What You Do.

A Common Question Asked Of Writers Is "when Did You Decide To Become A Writer?" The Answer, Of Course, Is That We Didn't Decide Anything. It Was Decided For Us. I Firmly Believe That Mythical Godmothers Make Appearances At Our Cradles, And Bestow Their Gifts. The Godmother Who Might Have Blessed Me With A Singing Voice Did Not Show Up; The Goddess Of Dance Was Nowhere In Sight; The Chef-to-the-angels Was Otherwise Engaged. Only One Made The Journey To My Cradle, And She Whispered, "you Will Be A Storyteller."