I remember how surprised I was when my first novel was about to be published and I was informed that I could be sued for anything any one of my characters said. 'But I often don't agree with what they say,' I protested. The lawyer was not interested in the clear distinction I make between my own voice and the voices of my characters. Neither, I have found, are many of my readers.

Coming out, all the way out, is offered more and more as the political solution to our oppression.

Love is the terrible secret people are suspected of unless they're married, then one always suspects they don't.

I had always said to myself that forty was the cut off point of my apprenticeship which may for some people sound like a very long one, but the novel as art is a middle-aged art.

Morality for the novelist is expressed not so much in the choice of subject matter as in the plot of the narrative, which is perhaps why in our morally bewildered time novelists have often been timid about plot.

People genuinely happy in their choices seem less often tempted to force them on other people than those who feel martyred and broken by their lives.

Conventions, like clichés, have a way of surviving their own usefulness.