Only when you have completed a novel, or a story, can you return to the beginning and revise or rewrite.

For obviously the advantage for most writers is that no one sees them. The writer is invisible, which confers power.

If you're living with a scientist, you see the world differently than you do with a humanist. It's in some ways very subtle, the differences in perceiving reality.

Loneliness is like starvation: you don't realize how hungry you are until you begin to eat.

I'm nobody's daughter now. I'm through with that.

It is important for me to discover the ideal title, for without this title the story or novel isn't quite in focus.

For what are the words with which to summarize a lifetime, so much crowded confused happiness terminated by such stark slow-motion pain?