Every Life Is Different Because

My Way Of Finding A Place In This World Is To Write One.

I Thought: This Is How Life Is, Ridiculous Beyond Comprehension.

It Takes Your Sleeping Self Years To Catch Up To Where You Really Are. ... When You Go On A Trip, In Your Dreams You Will Still Be Home. Then After You've Come Home You'll Dream Of Where You Were. It's A Kind Of Jet Lag Of The Consciousness.

I Can Count All The Ways In Which Being A Mother Has Enriched My Understanding Of The World, Of Character, My Sense Of The Future And My Attachment To It. I Can't Imagine What Kind Of Writer I'd Be If I Didn't Have My Kids.

She Kept Swimming Out Into Life Because She Hadn't Yet Found A Rock To Stand On.