Point of view is not something I consciously decide. Almost always, when I come up with a plot I find that the point of view has automatically arrived with it, part and parcel of the story.

My decision to start a new one is just that, a decision, since I never get inspirations.

Women were the ones that held the reins, it emerged.

We stay in the house so much because I am waiting for the telephone. I seem to be back in my teens, a period I thought I would never have to endure again: my life is spent hoping for things that only someone else can bring about.

People who hadn't suffered a loss yet struck me as not quite grown up.

If I waited till I felt like writing, I'd never write at all.

I'm beginning to think that maybe it's not just how much you love someone. Maybe what matters is who you are when you're with them.