Everything goes. I am working very hard at not thinking about how everything goes.

I did consider marriage and motherhood extreme and doomed commitments. Not out of any experience of them as such, but it was simply the way I looked at things.

In the absence of a natural disaster we are left again to our own uneasy devices.

We imagined we knew everything the other thought, even when we did not necessarily want to know it, but in fact, I have come to see, we knew not the smallest fraction of what there was to know.

You think you have some stable talent which will show no matter what you're writing, and if it doesn't seem to be getting across to the audience once, you can't imagine that moment when it suddenly will.

Do not whine... Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone.

I ... have another cup of coffee with my mother. We get along very well, veterans of a guerrilla war we never understood.