I love the fact that I can go to a museum now that tells me I'm in the postmodern age.

Because I write intuitively and image-by-image and moment-by-moment, my writing has to be powered by feelings and emotions.

I'm interested in someone who's mired in grief: how do you get back to that thing that makes them warm? Because you know that's in there.

With kids, they force you to get out of bed. They force you to smile. They remind you of spontaneity.

If you're just mired in privilege, there's nothing to learn; learning appears to be over.

Eliot said that "genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood." What he meant by that is, the emotional understanding comes before you understand the argument that follows later in the text.

There's an imperative to make sure you distinguish fiction from the fact, because if the fact is doing the work, why did you do fiction? And once you raise the question of why - why do fiction? - then you have to answer it in your text as a kind of enactment of the answer.