Sometimes you are being interviewed by someone and you think, if I knew this person they`d be my best friend. Other times you`re being interviewed by a complete jerk.
Some people with awful cards can be successful because of how they deal with the tragedies they`re handed, and that seems courageous to me.
With my friends, I don`t feel pressure to be someone other than who I am.
I taught more school, had two more sons and then in 1970 I wrote a short story and sent it to a national contest, where I won 60th prize out of 100.
My success is not who I am.
I can write for a long time on one novel and not get tired.
It`s always obvious to me when someone is looking at me with an idea of who I am and hoping that that`s the person I`m going to be. No matter how subtle it is, it`s there, and you want to give them who they really want. But it ain`t me.
I am also working on a couple of short stories for anthologies. This is new to me and I`m enjoying it.
I`m glad I`m successful at it, because it`s allowed me to live very well financially, and give my kids a lot of things. It`s enabled me to do stuff that I otherwise wouldn`t be able to do. But it`s not who I am.
I think living the blessed life is the luck of the draw.
I`ve never been one to tear the social fabric.
It`s true that every day away from work requires two more days to get back into it.
People who keep stiff upper lips find that it`s damn hard to smile.
I`m not terrifically comfortable with even thinking about what I`ve accomplished in relation to who I am and how I relate to other people.
Ours was not a political household, when I was growing up.
I notice when I`m on these trips, I read like mad. It`s the only thing that seems to center me, bring me back to remembering who I am. Or forgetting who I am!
...Depression is not sobbing and crying and giving vent, it is plain and simple reduction of feeling...People who keep stiff upper lips find that it`s damn hard to smile.