This is why I read novels: so I can escape my own unrelenting monologue.
We are too kind, too willing--too unwilling too--reaching out blindly with a grasping hand but not knowing how to ask for what we don't even know we want.
The scolding voice is her own, so abrasive and quick, yet so powerless to move her.
Write the book you want to read, the one you cannot find.
I'm concerned about the unknowability of other people.
I couldn't have been a novelist without being a mother. It gives you a unique witness point of the growth of a personality. It was a kind of biological component for me that had to come first. My children gave this other window on the world.