He must have smiled at me, though I don't really know, but I don't like to think that I would love someone who hadn't first smiled at me.

When I start to write something, I suppose I want it to change me, to make me into something not myself.

That was the moment he got the idea he possessed me in a certain way, and that was the moment I grew tired of him.

The truth we have to face about the world we live in is that it's driven by profit, and contradictions and doubts are not profitable. They yield wisdom, but wisdom is not profitable. I find pleasure in doubt, but let's face it, my pleasure is not very profitable. To me, the truth is that things mean many things at once, and all of them opposed to each other, and all of them true.

I wouldn't mind being labeled as "angry," if it wasn't used once again to denigrate and belittle.

I think in many ways the problem that my writing would have with an American reviewer is that Americans find difficulty very hard to take. They are inevitably looking for a happy ending.

I'm always surprised to hear or read my work described, "In angry tones, she says." No! In truthful tones! Does truth have a tone? I don't know.