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

The dizzy rapture of starving. The power of needing nothing. By force of will I make myself the impossible sprite who lives on air, on water, on purity.

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

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

For me, writing is inseparable from thinking. I could say the entire undertaking is a vast cerebral construct against my demons. It's the thing that I love. It's my identity.

My days are as long as despair can make them.

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.