I Wanted To Write Honest Books For

If All You Leave In The Library Is Books That You Think Speak To Everyone, What Are You Going To Have? You'd Have Nothing.

I Wanted To Tell Him That I Will Never Be Sorry For Loving Him. That In A Way I Still Do - That Maybe I Always Will. I'll Never Regret One Single Thing We Did Together Because What We Had Was Very Special. Maybe If We Were Ten Years Older It Would Have Worked Out Differently. Maybe. I Think It's Just That I'm Not Ready For Forever.

I Didn't Know I Was Really A Writer Until I Read It In The New York Times. And Then I Thought, "oh My God, Maybe I Can Really Do This". That Was A Review Of "margaret."

I Want You To Know It Was No Big Deal...those Movies Showing Women Screaming In Labor Are Plain Bullshit....there's Nothing To It...you Just Push And Push And Finally The Baby Pops Out...to Tell You The Truth I Don't Even Rember That Much About It Except There Was A Very Nice Guy Standing Over Me And Every Time A Strong Contraction Started He Gave Me A Whiff Of Gas.

What I Remember When I Started To Write Was How I Couldn't Wait To Get Up In The Morning To Get To My Characters.