It’s called mind over matter. If we don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.” When a bit of me hurts, I always mind.

People don't always want to be with people. It gets tiring.

My mother was wonderfully out about her dementia. She would sort of - she would say to me, I came out to the window cleaner about having dementia. You know, I love the way that verb for coming out of the closet has now become so socially useful for all sorts of situations, like when you need to explain to the window cleaner that you don't know if you paid him or not.

There's not a thing wrong with you, you're right the whole way through.

I found motherhood a crash course in existentialism (what is my purpose in life, am I mistress or slave of my destiny, when the hell do I get some sleep?) and [the book] ROOM was the result.

Change for your own sake, if you must, not for what you imagine another will ask of you.

She leaped into space, high, higher than she'd ever been in her life. She came down with a clean snap, and the crowd scattered like birds from the swing of her feet.