In my writing I'm trying to explore the violations people commit upon each other.

There are things that make us choose, on certain days, on certain nights, the opposite of love, in all its variations. But I want to acknowledge that with love and hate it's not simply one or the other. It's at least two, three, four, five different emotions existing at once, side by side, a broad spectrum of things alive.

I've never let the criticism deter me.

The sound of words in a novel is a pretty amazing thing, and I am concerned with the sound of every word I write.

What distinguished my life from my brother's is that my mother didn't like me. When I became a woman, I seemed to repel her.

In my writing I'm trying to explore the violations people commit upon each other. And the important thing isn't whether I'm angry. The more important thing is, is it true? Do these things really happen?

Love and hatred don't take turns; they exist side by side at the same time. And one's duty, one's obligation every day, is to choose to follow the nobler one.