Bottles of wine aren't like paintings. At some point you have to consume them. The object in life is to die with no bottles of wine in your cellar. To drink your last bottle of wine and go to sleep that night and not wake up.

Delia's arms were inscribed with a grid of self- inflicted wounds, an intricate text of self-loathing

Your heartbreak is just another version of the same old story.

I love to imagine inside the head of a woman.

Sometimes I think everything I touch turns into a Page Six item.

There is a shabby nobility in failing all by yourself.

Most novelists I know went through a period of intense self-examination and self-loathing after the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center. I certainly did.