She hated being a nobody and like all children, adopted or not, I have had to live out some of her unlived life. We do that for our parents - we don't really have any choice.

She had made him possible. In that sense she was his god. Like God, she was neglected.

I think we still believe that ambition is for boys.

I like to look at how people work together when they are put into stressful situations, when life stops being cozy.

If you continually write and read yourself as a fiction, you can change what's crushing you.

Seeing one's books on the shelf tells you so much about the way somebody has, over the years, put together their private library, which is a reflection of their minds and their selves.

Only a fool tries to reconstruct a bunch of grapes from a bottle of wine.