I do think I was trying to entertain the reader more than I was trying to purge myself.

I don't think that I would ever, while writing, think to myself, "I need a little more psychological realism."

There are people we treat wrong and later, we're prepared to treat other people right.

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

I guess I consider myself at times to have intuition.

I feel like a lot of life is distasteful and embarrassing. And you just push through it. You fix what you can, and you let time pass.

Later on, when I tried to imagine how I might have ruined things, that would occur to me - that I'd so rarely resisted, that I hadn't made it hard enough for him. Maybe it was like gathering your strength and hurling your body against a door you believe to be locked, and then the door opens easily - it wasn't locked at all - and you're standing looking into the room, trying to remember what it was you thought you wanted.