Critics sometimes appear to be addressing themselves to works other than those I remember writing.

It would be difficult for a writer of realism to avoid suggesting a political/moral perspective in his or her fiction. "Politics" per se is absent from my writing but there is usually a moral (if ironic) compass.

Maybe, love is always forgiveness, to a degree.

A lot of widows feel that they have betrayed their spouse by continuing to live. It's deranged thinking. I know that, but that doesn't stop you feeling it.

It's one of those secrets that's embarrassing to acknowledge, but we do love our students.

For memory is a moral action, a choice. You can choose to remember. You can choose not.

She thought that this man was her savior, that he had come to her at a time in her life when her life demanded completion, an end, a permanent fixing of all that was troubled and shifting and deadly. And yet it was absurd to think this. No person could save another. So she drew back from him and released him.