Writing is not, alas, like riding a bicycle: it does not get easier with practice.

our lives are stories we tell ourselves.

My writing arises out of erotic impulse toward an other: it is an act of love. And I want terribly to be loved in return, as a sign that I have loved well enough.

If only we could have them back as babies today, now that we have some idea what to do with them.

physical disability looms pretty large in one's life. But it doesn't devour one wholly. I'm not, for instance, Ms. MS, a walking, talking embodiment of a chronic incurable degenerative disease.

Atlas Shrugged and The Fountainhead, doubtless two of the most exquisitely adolescent of fictions.

Writing is not, alas, like riding a bicycle: it does not get easier with practice.