There's a lot that's not explained about the universe. And psychic-ness is not stranger than that.

... nothing broke my heart like the slow death of a shared joke that had once seemed genuinely funny.

I wanted my life to start - but in those rare moments when it seemed like something might actually change, panic shot through me.

I just think that people are complicated, both men and women. It happens that I write more about women.

I think that there's some confusion in my own mind about what I believe.

In some ways I think it would be very dignified if I went away for twenty years and then wrote my fourth book.

Ordinarily, of course, I thought it best to remain inconspicuous, but the gesture had a certain irresistable theatricaility, and an inevitablility. Sometimes you can feel the pull of what other people want from you, and you sacrifice yourself, you risk seeming odd or sunsavory, to keep them entertained.