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Wine and a straitjacket. That pretty much sums it up.

It's not like I planned it. I never woke up from some rosy dream and said, Okay, world, today I'm gonna spaz.

Cuz I can count on one hand the men who've loved me, not in the Biblical sense - I don't have enough digits for that - but who have truly loved me.

She fantasized sometimes too about killing him a little: a little poison in his pudding, a little flick-flick-flick with a fillet knife at his throat.

A woman brings so much more to the world than birth, for she can birth discovery, intelligence, invention, art, just as well as any man.

Her mother always told her, "If he hits you, then you leave," but Jack had never hit her, not with his fists.

Here's a random factoid: I like cats. And here's another: I like red wine.

Don't worry if you fall, sweet girl. Youth is made for bruises.

I think of Ariel, my local neighborhood mermaid, how she only had twenty-four hours to turn her life around ...

When I was twenty-something, I asked my father, "When did you start feeling like a grownup?" His response: "Never.

She was no stripper with a heart of gold, that was for sure. A heart of steel, more like.

My Stephen King for his Ayn Rand. My Terry Goodkind for his T.S. Elliot. Not a bang but a whimper.

Because the South can be a dangerous place, especially for those who don't understand it.

I could say it all began with my mother.

We didn't want to admit it then, but we were friends. Best friends.

Okay, I'll just jump right out and say it. I have anxiety issues.

Writing is a solitary business. It's just you and your characters and a blank page you need to fill.

Just write. That's my only tip. And read. I guess that's two.

Water. Like a blanket. Dark. Intoxicating. Cold.

Let's call my mood melancholy; let's call it remembrance. Or maybe let's call it longing. Yes, let's call it longing instead.

Jeb'd said it was harder for a pretty girl to find work; even white men liked flowers, whether red or pink or blue.

She didn't tell him white folks couldn't love the same as coloreds. She couldn't love the same neither though, cuz more than half of her was white.

My sister and I are so close that we finish each other's sentences and often wonder who's memories belong to whom.

Of course, I rationalize the fear. I realize it's not real, that my house isn't burning down, that the deer aren't going to kill me.

I hung a picture of him above my bed and learned by hand the internal workings of the female combustion engine.

Just five minutes, God, I chant like some hostage negotiator on the brink of a resolution. Five minutes alone. Please, please. Please.

You're worried about what-ifs. Well, what if you stopped worrying?

If she could hate this much she sure as hell had loved.

All I cared about that summer were suntans, beaches, boys and booze.

The bottom line was that I was in an abusive relationship.

Through career fumbles and life changes, she supported me. Through shattered dreams and hopes almost-realized, she supported me too.

She also understood there was a hole in her heart where her son should be, that she was a wicked, selfish woman for wishing him back.