I like cooking, but I think someone else ought to do the dishes.

There's something to be said about a slightly plump person—you have just enough of too much.

What I don't write is as important as what I write.

I write a lot in my head. The revision goes on internally. It's not spontaneous and it doesn't have a schedule.

I come from the small island of Antigua and I always wanted to write; I just didn't know that it was possible.

I was then at the height of my two-facedness: that is, outside I seemed one way, inside I was another; outside false, inside true.

Gardeners (or just plain simple writers who write about the garden) always have something they like intensely and in particular, right at the moment you engage them in the reality of the borders they cultivate, the space in the garden they occupy at any moment, they like in particular this, or they like in particular that.