...sentences swallowed and sung back and swallowed all over again. She was made entirely out of words.

So much as I enjoy big novels of epic sweep, I often find, say, if they follow several generations, by the third generation, I'm not caring about the people anymore.

I always wince a little bit when I send me to each of my new books. I wince at submitting myself to my father's judgment. But, of course, he's such a fond father that he always writes back, saying it's the greatest thing ever written.

There may be certain genres that men dominate, but fiction not so much. The question of prizes is tricky because there are so many prizes.

The way to my heart is through Belgian milk chocolate.

When I tell her what I’m thinking and she tells me what she’s thinking, our each ideas jumping into the other’s head, like coulouring blue crayon on top of yellow that makes green.

I've certainly seen stats that if you have a woman director or a woman screenwriter, the number of female characters goes way up.