The world is always going to be dangerous, and people get badly banged up, but how can there be more meaning than helping one another stand up in a wind and stay warm?

I write everything as a wake-up call to myself and others, to anyone who may have gotten tired of hitting the snooze button.

Everything takes me forever. It's all lurch, flail. I hope that is good news to you writers.

We all know we're going to die; what's important is the kind of men and women we are in the face of this.

Every woman's path is difficult, and many mothers were as equipped to raise children as wire monkey mothers. I say that without judgment: It is, sadly, true. An unhealthy mother's love is withering.

The reason I never give up hope is because everything is so basically hopeless.

Very few writers really know what they are doing until they have done it.