To feel estranged from language is to lose your own body.

It often happens that things are other than what they seem, and you can get yourself into trouble by jumping to conclusions.

Nobody asks you to do this. The world out there is not panting after another novelist. We choose it

I woke up one day and thought: I want to write a book about the history of my body. I could justify talking about my mother because it was in her body that my body began.

Everyone reads a different book. That's what's interesting. Everyone sees a different film, as well. We bring our past lives to whatever work of art we're experiencing at that moment, and that's what makes it interesting. It's not mathematics. There are different answers for different people.

Dismantling the architecture of my discontent

You're too good for this world, and because of that the world will eventually crush you.