Just being in a room with myself is almost more stimulation than I can bear.

Writing is like hunting. There are brutally cold afternoons with nothing in sight, only the wind and your breaking heart. Then the moment when you bag something big. The entire process is beyond intoxicating.

All my friends are artists, so I am used to collective agony as a mode.

Women are defined by their biography, and men are sacrosanct from their biography.

Women have waited millions of years, growing separate as another species, with visions and priorities no man-words, no man-measurements can comprehend.

I knew a book of mine was finished when I was in intensive care.

I write a lot by sound. One sound leads me to another. These sounds aren't random; they have their own logic.