If you are a writer you locate yourself behind a wall of silence and no matter what you are doing driving a car or walking or doing housework you can still be writing because you have that space.

I don't run a car have never run a car. I could say that this is because I have this extremely tender environmentalist conscience but the fact is I hate driving.

I remember driving to North Carolina when I was a little girl in a snowstorm to get down to my mom's family in the Carolinas. There were chains on the car - it was the late sixties - and we were just singing in the car. Christmas carols.

People and squirrels are very different. Most people will not argue that. But I find that there is one situation in which they're very similar. And that is: when I am driving towards them in my car. Then they're kind of hard to tell apart - especially if the human is kind of hairy.

I don't want to argue with my wife about her car - or my driving.

And suddenly I realised that I was no longer driving the car consciously. I was driving it by a kind of instinct only I was in a different dimension.

I miss Saturday morning rolling out of bed not shaving getting into my car with my girls driving to the supermarket squeezing the fruit getting my car washed taking walks.

Family trips to Yellowstone and to what are now national parks in Southern Utah driving the primitive roads and cars of that day were real adventures.

I would never kill a living thing although I probably have inadvertently while driving automobiles.

It's like driving a car at night. You never see further than your headlights but you can make the whole trip that way.