I don't get depressed. When I feel an attack, I withdraw. I disappear, I replenish, and then I come back.
I have done what people do, my life makes a reasonable showing. Can I go back to my books now?
Like the bodies of dancers or athletes, the minds of readers are genuinely happy and self-possessed only when cavorting around, doing their stretches and leaps and jumps to the tune of words.
My head aches, my eyes burn, my arms and legs have given up, and my face in the mirror has a grayish cast. The bed, across the room, calls in its unmistakable lover's croon, Come to me, come, only I can make you truly happy, oh, how happy I'll make you, don't resist, remember how you moan with pleasure the instant we touch. . . . . Laura Acosta
Getting away from being 'a good girl' is important because it's impossible to be a 'good girl' and a writer at the same time.
Reading. Reading was the stable backdrop against which my life was played.
Head held high and lips parted, she breathed in the music, sending it through her torso and arms and legs the way the Tai Chi teacher told us to breath the air, transforming it into energy, motion. Dancing is the body's song, and Bess sang.
A rolling loan gathers no loss.
Anything you want for your life, if someone else has done, become, or achieved it, use that as evidence that so can you.
I want to make wines that harmonize with food - wines that almost hug your tongue with gentleness.
Sometimes I'm fine. It just depends on where you are and if someone sees you and takes down your licence plate number. But sometimes you go to places, and no-one knows and it's fine. It really just depends.