I don't think it's shameful to admit that some days your time can be better spent reading than writing.

If I'm at somebody's house and they have magazines on the table and people are chatting, I feel almost a physical urge to start reading the magazines instead of talking to people.

I gave people the benefit of the doubt, thinking, so many people that appear very calm and even boring must have all these wild emotions and crazy ideas.

Of course, I didn't imagine then that I could have had a real relationship with any guy. I thought that by virtue of being me I was disqualified.

There are a lot of things in the world that are a lot weirder than psychic abilities, that we accept as true.

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

To be a person who sees a political ad on television and takes the statements in it as fact, how can you exist in this world? How is it you're not robbed daily by charlatans who knock at your door?