Men exist on the planet. We have to deal with them at some point.

I don't think you can write an experience as you're having it without being an idiot.

I don't behave the way people necessarily want me to, but I tried behaving that other way for a short period of time and it didn't take.

I understand maybe some people are more impressionable than my hard, cynical self, but maybe they need to figure out how to be less of that.

I believe in free will.

I don't think that if I had spent the time that I was in, say, Belgrade, writing about my time in Trieste, which is where I had just been, that would have been productive. I told myself: take extensive notes while you're there, do the research part of it, and then pray, pray, the muses will be available when the actual 'ready' happens.

I think American literature is in a tedious place, horrible place. I can't even engage with it.