Write the book you want to read, the one you cannot find.

Eventually, everything gets stuck between a pair of parentheses or buried in the bottom of a trunk.

These are frightening times...when she feels herself annointed by loneliness.

So this is where the years of maturity deliver us - to this needy, selfish, unwieldy wish to be somebody else's first and primal other.

Here's to another year and let's hope it's above ground.

He dares not concern himself with the future for fear of disturbing the present.

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.