If I had had me for a student I would have thrown me out of class immediately.

What year is it in your imagination?

I am not sure how much I would like being married if I wasn't married to him. A man who likes flea markets and isn't gay? I knew I was lucky.

You know that great car-stomach feeling when you fly over a hump? That was my whole body.

The only reason we find structure in stories is because it's there naturally in human interaction, and in the way that people tell stories.

I do love to eavesdrop. It's inspirational, not only for subject matter but for actual dialogue, the way people talk.

I've gotten a lot of livid letters about the awfulness of my work. I've never known what to make of it. Why do people bother to write if they hate what I do?