Rage and grief are savage companions, but despair is the final undoing.
Faith. Closely followed—in view of the overall shortage of time—by patience.
I had a very high-grade publisher tell me I was incapable of writing a memoir.
Memoir is not an act of history but an act of memory, which is innately corrupt.
A lot of presidential memoirs, they say, are dull and self-serving. I hope mine is interesting and self-serving.
Cheney's memoir is not about 9/11, or solely about Bush's administration, but about his entire life and political career.
I haven't written my memoirs or let the television movie be made about my life.
A memoir is always the most authentic telling of a situation, but a novel gets to different places.
I've given my memoirs far more thought than any of my marriages. You can't divorce a book.
Few tears are just the memoirs of indication, what you will go through in near future...
I think one can be more honest in fiction than in a memoir.
Having a memoir and a retrospective of your work running almost simultaneously when you're still alive does feel a bit posthumous.
I felt empty and sad for years, and for a long, long time, alcohol worked. I’d drink, and all the sadness would go away. Not only did the sadness go away, but I was fantastic. I was beautiful, funny, I had a great figure, and I could do math. But a...
Classifying depression as an illness serves the psychiatric community and pharmaceutical corporations well; it also soothes the frightened, guilty, indifferent, busy, sadistic, and unschooled. To understand depression as a call for life-changes is no...
At first you might wonder what you did to deserve such treatment. Nothing, probably, so that doesn't matter. What matters is that, eventually, the abuse becomes the status quo. It's no longer about the whats and whys (“what did I do?” “why are ...
I was cyber-bullied before all those Myspace-related suicides, so my school principal wasn't really impressed when my mom complained about what was happening to me on my Xanga blog and on AIM chat. “Get your life sorted out, you fucking scitzo [sic...
The truth is he spends thirty minutes of every hour suspecting he has missed some essential clue about himself. And not only himself--he has a recurring fantasy that one night, while he was asleep, the entire world was transformed into an alien plane...
One of the greatest gifts we receive from dogs is the tenderness they evoke in us. The disappointments of life, the injustices, the battering events that are beyond our control, and the betrayals we endure, from those we befriended and loved, can mak...
Truth is always stranger than fiction. We craft fiction to match our sense of how things ought to be, but truth cannot be crafted. Truth is, and truth has a way of astonishing us to our knees. Reminding us, that the universe does not exist to fulfill...
The man who had asked my name in Obersalzberg in the summer of 1934 had been a dominant personality excluding a spellbinding charisma to which few were not prey. The embodied sovereign power, total power. The man whom I burnt and interred under a hai...
I am a Christian, but my time in Iraq has convinced me that God doesn't want to hear from me anymore. I've done things that He can never forgive. I've done them consciously. I've made decisions I must live with for years to come. I am not a victim. I...
