The way some were entrapped into lives of prostitution, the way that something like marriage could rob them of their rights.

I had a naiveté that I would remember the things that I had written already, but I was getting lost in the forest of my own ideas and having to find my way out.

As I get ready to buy a new computer, I'm stunned at all the many micro drafts, of different chapters and scenes and whatnot, that litter the hard drive.

Whenever people say a coincidence in a novel is implausible, I think, Do I have a story for you.

It's my experience that people don't think of fiction writing as being as intellectually serious as other kinds of writing in academia and so without a career as a critic or essayist you can be treated as something of a spiritual medium - a fraud - for "just" writing fiction.

I realized that my identity as a novelist was private. Only I knew how much of a novelist I was!

The way some were entrapped into lives of prostitution, the way that something like marriage could rob them of their rights.