Ironically, writing a novel is not a way to sort out your confusion.

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

Perhaps this is how you know you're doing the thing you're intended to: No matter how slow or how slight your progress, you never feel that it's a waste of time.

To remain alone did not seem to me a terrible fate, no worse than being falsely joined to another person.

She has always been a bystander in family destruction, never realizing she herself possessed the capacity to inflict it.

I think there is still pressure to marry. I think there is still pressure to have children. If you're middle or upper class, those pressures exist at a later age now.

Personally, I have never wished I were a male novelist.