The cool thing about writing is that there is really never a typical day. Sometimes I get a rhythm going and head off to work every morning and come home at night. Sometimes I'll write for two days straight and then be utterly blank for the next two.

The cool kindliness of sheets that soon smooth away trouble and the rough male kiss of blankets.

Computers make me totally blank out.

I read and walked for miles at night along the beach writing bad blank verse and searching endlessly for someone wonderful who would step out of the darkness and change my life. It never crossed my mind that that person could be me.

Writing is truly a creative art - putting word to a blank piece of paper and ending up with a full-fledged story rife with character and plot.

Every other artist begins with a blank canvas a piece of paper the photographer begins with the finished product.

I have to say that anger is the blanket that comes around me and that blunts and blurs my sense of proportion.

My favorite thing is to be alone in a room with a blank paper in front of me and the time to fill it.