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.

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

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

I don't really have special rituals, but I don't try to write fiction unless I have a minimum of a few hours. For me, it takes a while to settle into a mode where I'm truly concentrating

We have to make mistakes, its how we learn compassion for others

Well, I think in my first two novels, both the characters are pretty neurotic, which I would say that I am.

I'm able to separate fiction and reality. I guess it remains to be seen if other people are.