I'll read anything. In fact, I'll read while I'm doing other things, which is not a good idea.

It was hollow, my triumph, I could feel that, but I held on to it just the same.

The slave trade was globalism. Why people insist that globalism, after its hideous history, is a good thing, I do not know.

I wish that I could love someone so much that I would die from it.

I've written a book about my mother, and I don't remember anyone going to Antigua or calling up my mother and verifying her life. There is something about this book that drives people mad with the autobiographical question.

You know how they say a man's house is his castle? I think for a woman, it's her body. I feel so strongly about a woman's right to choose. This is my Zionism. It's not a "right" any more than it's a right to breathe, to take in oxygen.

I don't feel I'm angry. I feel as though I'm describing something true. If I had stabbed my husband, I could understand being called "angry." If I had an affair with my husband's best friend and written about that experience, I could see the anger. But I'm not doing that.