The hardest piece of nonfiction I ever wrote isn't anywhere close to the easiest piece of fiction I never wrote.

Home, bed, sleep, mother--who knew more beautiful words than these?

I don't write for an audience, I don't think whether my book will sell, I don't sell it before I finish writing it.

I always feel it is a shortcoming of mine as a reader and as a writer that I frankly need to like somebody.

If I was a waitress, I was too tired at the end of the day when I came home to try to write.

Writing is a job, a talent, but it's also the place to go in your head. It is the imaginary friend you drink your tea with in the afternoon.

You can't say, "I'm too busy writing to be political." You are one person.