In my writing, I'm often describing a universal situation. A situation in which human beings often choose to violate each other. Sometimes I happen to explore that in terms of the black/white dynamic. Generally, a white person does not like me to say, or does not like to be told, "You know, what you did was incredibly wrong."

I would pretend when I was a child that I was Charlotte Brontë, because I'd read Jane Eyre when I was ten and, although I didn't understand it, I loved the idea that this woman had written a book. I wanted to be her.

When once I got to America I fell in love with hippie culture, and I've always wanted to live in the country and grow organic vegetables.

I read about writers who have routines. They write at certain times of the day. I can't do that. I am always writing-but in my head.

Time is the element that controls the consciousness, the very being of the people.

I've never let the criticism deter me.

I've never gotten used to winter and never will.