I'm not rational enough to be a good journalist.

I don't know what psychotherapy does. I have been seeing the same person for 26 years now.

Marriage is survived just on the basis of ordinary etiquette, day in and day out. Also cooking together helps a lot.

That is simply the most beautiful publishing office in the world, with that cranky old building in that wonderful park.

Being a writer requires an intoxication with language.

Strangely, when I totally emerged from this slump I couldn't comprehend how I had almost drowned it it.

There is a neurologist, a woman over at Harvard who wanted me to come talk to them, and in France I have a lot of readers in the sciences. I can't tell you why.