Hardship makes the world obscure.

I slept for four years. I didn't study much of anything. I majored in something called communication arts.

Writers in repressive societies are considered dangerous. That's why so many of them are in jail.

Californians invented the concept of life-style. This alone warrants their doom.

For each person, they live their life and their truth and how it works for them, and that's just kind of how it works for me. I'm not good at doing whatever the other way is - it wouldn't work for me.

One improvement I have learned from my childhood experience with my father: I do not threaten punishment in the morning. That was awful. Late into the night I would lie awake tossing and wondering what he was going to do to me. Usually he did nothing. A quiet, impressive 'talking to' was all I got.

I realized that, while I would never be my mother nor have her life, the lesson she had left me was that it was possible to love and care for a man and still have at your core a strength so great that you never even needed to put it on display.

The truth is always exciting. Speak it, then. Life is dull without it.