Writers are said to have superstitions and little rituals. Readers have them too.

I'm sorry to say that far worse things have happened and the literature of the Holocaust is a witness to the capacity of the novel as a form.

Not everything people did could be in a correct, logical order, especially when they were alone.

A person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn and not easily mended.

When anything can happen, everything matters.

At that moment, the urge to be writing was stronger than any notion she had of what she might write.

I've always thought cruelty is a failure of imagination.