I barely can go shopping for clothes. I find it difficult to walk into stores. The whole thing bores me so much.

I use things, I steal things from my life when I want to, when I need to, or when it seems appropriate. But most of the stuff in my novels is entirely invented, ninety-five percent. And even when I do borrow something, it becomes fictionalized.

You can't put your feet on the ground until you've touched the sky.

Bodies count, of course - they count more than we're willing to admit - but we don't fall in love with bodies, we fall in love with each other. We all know that, but the moment we go beyond a catalogue of surface qualities and appearances, words begin to fail us, to crumble apart in mystical confusions and cloudy, unsubstantial metaphors.

Changing your mind is probably one of the most beautiful things people can do. And I've changed my mind about a lot of things over the years.

We all want to believe in impossible things, I suppose, to persuade ourselves that miracles can happen.

I do not repeat conversations that I can't remember. And it's something that irritates me a great deal, because I think most memoirs are false novels.