I never wanted to be mainstream as a writer, but look at what's happened.

I am interested in silences

Naming is nice. It took me days before I was able to speak a name for my first child (what if people did not like it?), and I suspect we gave her a secret, second name as well, to keep her safe.

Cats, I always think, only jump into your lap to check if you are cold enough, yet, to eat.

When you find yourself alone, or in a transition, you dream more. These are also the times when you read books.

I think it’s very important to write a demythologized woman character. My characters are flawed. They are no better than they should be.

I am a trembling mess from hip to knee. There is a terrible heat, a looseness in my innards that makes me want to dig my fists between my thighs. It is a confusing feeling - somewhere between diarrhoea and sex - this grief that is almost genital.