In the world I notice persons are nearly always stressed and have no time...I don't know how persons with jobs do the jobs and all the living as well...I guess the time gets spread very thin like butter all over the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there's only a little smear of time on each place, then everyone has to hurry on to the next bit.

...real loneliness is having no one to miss. Think yourself lucky you've known something worth missing.

Maybe I’m a human, but I’m a me-and-Ma as well.

Sometimes you must shed your skin to save it.

I look back one more time. It's like a crater, a hole where something happened.

Identity politics are wearisome; you don't want to go on speaking for any one group as a writer.

Every parent has those moments where they look at their child and think, 'There's a demon in those eyes and no one can see it but me!