My generation of young female writers discovered that we could dictate the form and content of our own fiction.

It is the city of mirrors, the city of mirages, at once solid and liquid, at once air and stone.

I am old enough to know that laughter, not anger, is the true revelation.

The words carry their own momentum. A confession in motion tends to stay in motion. Newton's first law of jealousy.

Women's books are kind of discriminated against. If a man writes a book about his family stories, people think of it as literature. If it's a woman, she's 'spilling her guts,' and it's not art.

There is a rhythm to the ending of a marriage just like the rhythm of a courtship, only backward.

We are so scared of being judged that we look for every excuse to procrastinate.