I've always been interested in the intersection between our rational and our unconscious lives.

Scars are stories, history written on the body

As a young woman, I was so eager to please that I served others' happiness and even their values before my own. It didn't earn me love, but it did deliver me to a place where I had to choose between what I thought of myself and what other people did. I chose myself.

I like nudging readers into a slightly different perspective, but in a sly way - I want to be the writer who slips a stiletto in and out, to make so swift and clean a cut, it's not until a chapter ends that the reader looks down and sees she's bleeding and asks what happened.

We're taught to expect unconditional love from our parents, but I think it is more the gift our children give us. It's they who love us helplessly, no matter what or who we are.

There aren't many people in our history who have so completely surrendered themselves to a mission that they would give up their lives for it.

I can't work out much about myself or what I see in the world around me unless I do it through writing.