It seems to me that since I've had children, I've grown richer and deeper. They may have slowed down my writing for a while, but when I did write, I had more of a self to speak from.

I don't type [when I write] because . . . I often have the feeling that everything flows directly from my right hand.

...if you catalogue grudges, anything looks bad.

She was good at talking with young people. She seemed to view them as interesting foreigners.

I was standing in the schoolyard waiting for a child when another mother came up to me. Have you found work yet? she asked. Or are you still just writing?

For my own family, I would always choose the makeshift, surrogate family formed by various characters unrelated by blood.

It seems to me that good novels celebrate the mystery in ordinary life, and summing it all up in psychological terms strips the mystery away