I hope what I do when I draw from other people's lives is pay tribute. To try to understand what it means in our society to be silenced. To try to understand how class and gender intersect with that. To try to understand how being named and classified within the context of psychiatry can intersect with all that, as well.

I'm just too lazy. I wish I could be someone that has wild affairs - all of my favorite nonfiction novels are about these wild affairs and postmarital agonistes - but to be honest, I'm someone that doesn't deal well with instability.

I am worthy of being read. I mean, one has to be convinced of one's genius.

My writing has always been considered extremely important, even though I make slim-to-no money at it.

The memoir by women, read by female readers, is considered a market form, not "great literature."

On the whole, most biographies about literary women tend to diagnose them.

I think the online space can be a free space, in that we are not reliant online on the publishing industry or readers who just don't get it.