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I loved horses and horse books as a child.

Then I just closed my eyes and watched the blossom petals fall and

Suzanne is not a horrible person masquerading as a nice one, just an angry one pretending to be normal.

Contrary to popular belief, editors and agents are gagging for good books.

I lived in New York for 10 years, and every New Yorker sees a shrink.

I guess there was a war going on somewhere in the
world that night but it wasn't one that could touch us.

Time erodes us all.

Not everything you want to know is explained properly on Google.

I've been fired five times for having a bad attitude.

There he lay spooked, a spinning wheel in a celestial bowling alley.

It's a strange sensation to live inside another person's life, to wonder all the time what he is doing, or thinking or feeling.

Although I've lived in England for more than twenty years, I still have a foreigner's passion for all the details of English history and rural life.

I was pretty far gone, but not so far gone that I thought anyone with half a toehold in reality would think what we were doing was a good idea.

Eck tilts his head and gently licks Bob's ear with his long, sticky tongue. It is his special way of expressing sympathy and it is not effective.

Gil has put his book down and is gazing at something inside his head.

because we were all catching on to the fact that some questions were better not asked. Piper

While working in advertising, I channelled my creative energy into elaborate escape fantasies: cake making, dog breeding, the Peace Corps.

If there was ever a more perfect day in the history of time it isn't one I've heard about.

some people are lonely for all the right reasons. After

I am quite a cheerful, dark person. On the outside, I'm optimistic but I expect the worst to happen.

How doe we define the energy of thought versus the energy of action.

Ask any comedian, tennis player, chef. Timing is everything.

My younger sister Debby had died of cancer, which started me writing - the sense of life being short. Cancer focuses your mind.

The average attention span of the modern human being is about half as long as whatever you're trying to tell them.

Quick-wittedness can be very lonely.

I was happiest when he just came and lay down next to me, and I could almost feel the weight of his body against mine.

This was what happiness felt like - this wondrous, miraculous alternative to dread.

I don't get nearly enough credit in life for the things I manage not to say.

I didn't seem to have that effect on anyone but it would have been a waste for both of us to be saints.

My husband is my most valuable resource.

Life doesn't go on forever, and you don't want to drop dead without ever having done what you wanted to do.

The imagination can be dangerous. It can change the world. And that is why we write.

Things Happen and once they start happening you pretty much just to hold on for dear life and see where they drop you when they stop.

Eck nodded, a bit uncertainly. He supposed that in the absence of a future, a friend might be nice.

She accepted the permission bestowed by passion to live entirely in the present.

The things that break your heart when you think there's nothing left to break

Accept love instinctively, without responsibility or conditions.

Even then I knew that happiness was something in which to plunge headlong, and damn the torpedoes

I think the bravest thing to write about is nothing, just to write a book in which nothing happens.

And then without any signal or obvious sign of tansformation, the beach was suddenly alight with fiery stones.

I know from experience that careers do not always arise from a deep sense of destiny.

I can't even trust my own imaginary dog. How much lower can a person get?

I, a late riser, fantasise about getting up every morning at 5 A.M. to fetch the horses in from the fields.

I skim through time and space at the speed of thought. The unknown is my prey, I bring it to earth in a single exquisite bound.

Age is not always the best judge of competence.

Every war has turning points and every person too.

How many events added up to a coincidence?
How many coincidences added up to a conspiracy?

In the odd moment when I am not thinking about horses, I write books.

Life's pleasures were so simple, really. It was all a matter of appreciating what you had - and knowing that things could always be worse.

I'm not sure I can write about America for the same reason I'm not sure I can write about adults - I have no critical distance on either place.

She sometimes makes me think of a planet rocketing along in a parallel universe

Fate isn't some middle-aged man with a squint who won't recognize you if you change your clothes.

So much relies on one person assuming the other is telling the truth. If a person can lie to you about one thing, he can lie about something else.

She frowned at him. 'You are in love with solitude.'
'Is there a better cure for the world than solitude?

I frightened myself. I became the ghost Piper was so scared of.

But the truth is that nothing distracted me from waiting.
The.Time.Simply.Passed.

Fighting back is what I've discovered I do best.

Pouring breakfast cereal into a bowl, he saw his life crashing down in smoking ruins.

I will not always be happy, but perhaps, if I'm lucky, I will be spared the agony of adding pain to the world.

That's it," Piper said. "That's the end." But I knew it wasn't. They'd left out a chapter. The one where the hero comes home to find me gone.

Life is absolutely horrific, leading up to absolute horror.

My daughter is a fantastic travelling companion - she's totally organised, whereas I'm hopeless.

The more you live, the better writer you are.

Feeling are like three-year-olds. They're not rational. They're just there.

We are three. Even when we are just two, we are three.

Staying alive was what we did to pass the time.

Tell me, I say, is there some huge adult conspiracy where people lead unimaginably complex lives and pretend it's normal?

I felt a momentary urge to leap into the sea and swim free of the present.

I have never written out of a desire to be controversial.

I noticed that once you realize
someone's watching you it's pretty hard not to find yourself
watching them back.

Somewhere along the line I'd lost the will not to eat.

Every day a piano doesn't fall on my head is good luck.

Writing's a great skill, but thinking's a better one.

That was it. I never bothered filling in the details. The
details didn't matter.

I think most people struggle over a matter of years to find a satisfying way to live.

I always think plot is what you fall back on if you can't write, to keep things going.

There was no need for courtship; they simply met one day and were together after that.

After all this time, I know exactly where I belong. Here. With Edmond. And that's how I live now.

I give thanks for all that has passed, for all that is passing, and for all that is yet to come.

When I'm writing I can write anywhere; when I'm not writing I can't write anywhere.