By the way of connecting with subject, with theme, I was able to find a kind of lifeline. Writing's like a lifeline. You have to get the right way in. Otherwise the material just lies there, and you can't do anything with it.

Writing is a consequence of having been 'haunted' by material. Why this is, no one knows.

When you give up struggle, there's a kind of love.

We are stimulated to emotional response, not by works that confirm our sense of the world, but by works that challenge it.

Whoever was stupid was beneath worry or thought; you did not have to figure them out. This eliminated hundreds of people. In this life you had time only for a certain amount of thinking, and there was no need to waste any of it on people who were not threatening.

See, people come into your life for a reason. They might not know it themselves, why. You might not know it. But there's a reason. There has to be

I am what would be called a 'mainstream feminist,' not a radical feminist.