I particularly like Twitter, because it's short and can be very funny and informative. It's a little bit like having your own radio program.

Publishing a book is like stuffing a note into a bottle and hurling it into the sea.

She knows herself to be at the mercy of events, and she knows by now that events have no mercy.

The true story is vicious and multiple and untrue after all. Why do you need it? Don’t ever ask for the true story.

Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as long as there are a few compensations.

It's a feature of our age that if you write a work of fiction, everyone assumes that the people and events in it are disguised biography — but if you write your biography, it's equally assumed you're lying your head off.

For an instant she felt them, their identities, almost their substance, pass over her head like a wave. At some time she would be — or no, already she was like that too; she was one of them, her body the same, identical, merged with that other flesh that choked the air in the flowered room with its sweet organic scent; she felt suffocated by this thick sargasso-sea of femininity.