Now i no longer believe that people's secrets are defined and communicable, or their feelings full-blown and easy to recognize.

Row, row, row your boat. Gently down the stream. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.

It’s just life. You can’t beat life.

In my own work, I tend to cover a lot of time and to jump back and forward in time, and sometimes the way I do this is not very straightforward.

The stories are not autobiographical, but they're personal in that way. I seem to know only the things that I've learned. Probably some things through observation, but what I feel I know surely is personal.

So what about me? Would I always have to find a high horse? The moral relish, the rising above, the being in the right, which can make me flaunt my losses.

What she wants to do if she can get the time to do it, is not so much to live in the past as to open it up and get one good look at it".