I just feel like there's this illicit thrill in reading other people's mail and spying on their lives.

I know what it's like to feel snobby; I know what it's like to feel anxiety; I know what it's like to feel like busted because you're crazy.

In my high-minded and naive way, I believed the only books worth reading were the classics.

I survived many a youth hostel bunk room reading Tolstoy by flashlight.

I quickly realized that shopping on Amazon had made the idea of parking my car and going into a store feel like an outrageous imposition on my time and good nature.

After decades spent in rewrite rooms surrounded by other shouting writers, I discovered that I work best alone. I like being in charge of my time, working out the problems according to my own rhythms and being able to nap. That's a big one, the napping on demand!