It saved me when I was in the middle of writing "Eat, Pray, Love," and I fell into one of those sort of pits of despair that we all fall into when we're working on something and it's not coming and you start to think this is going to be a disaster, the worst book ever written.
Tā mani paglāba, kad biju pusē ar "Ēd, lūdzies, mīli" un iekritu vienā no tām izmisuma bedrēm, kur mēs visi iekrītam, kad pie kaut kā strādājam un tas nepadodas, un tu sāc domāt, ka tas būs šausmīgi, tā būs sliktākā jebkad uzrakstītā grāmata.