I do not accept that life has an ordinary shape, or that there is anything ordinary about life at all. We make it ordinary, but it is not.

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

They believed that if a mouse found your hair clippings and built a nest with them you got a headache. If the nest was big enough, you might go mad.

I had relationships with men as well as women. I wasn't choosing; I didn't think I had to.

Writers have to have a knack for listening. I need to be able to hear what is being said to me by the voices I create.

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

Happiness is a specific. Misery is a generalization. People usually know exactly why they are happy. They very rarely know why they are miserable.