Everyone's a little crazy when you get inside their head... it's only a matter of degree.

Isn't it our job to be appalled by our parents? Isn't it every generation's duty to be dismayed by the previous generation? And to assert that we are different - only to discover later that we are distressingly the same?

Sex has the unparalleled power to make us absurd to ourselves. It also has the power to make us understand transcendence.

Motherhood cannot finally be delegated. Breast-feeding may succumb to the bottle; cuddling, fondling, and paediatric visits may also be done by fathers...but when a child needs a mother to talk to, nobody else but a mother will do.

Gossip is the opiate of the oppressed.

All my forebears worked for a living. My grandfather painted portraits. My mother too. My aunt painted seascapes.

Conflict is the soul of literature.