Normal is absolutely my least favorite word.

The compulsion to find a lover and husband in a single person has doomed more women to misery than any other illusion.

The journey is over. Love to all.

A dog is the only exercise machine you cannot decide to skip when you don't feel like it.

As long as women are isolated one from the other, not allowed to offer other women the most personal accounts of their lives, they will not be part of any narratives of their own…women will be staving off destiny and not inviting or inventing or controlling it.

In former days, everyone found the assumption of innocence so easy; today we find fatally easy the assumption of guilt.

Professors of literature collect books the way a ship collects barnacles, without seeming effort.