Honest criticism, I suppose, has its place. But honest writing is infinitely more valuable.

I think a lot of artists no longer want to participate in or be associated with narrative because of its corruptedness in contemporary culture.

Divorce also entails the beginning of a supposition that that familial reality might have obstructed one's ability to perceive others.

Modern morality is all about perception.

Like the child, the creative writing student is posited as a centre of vulnerable creativity, needful of attention and authority.

The woman who thinks she can choose femininity, can toy with it like the social drinker toys with wine - well, she's asking for it, asking to be undone, devoured, asking to spend her life perpetrating a new fraud, manufacturing a new fake identity, only this time it's her equality that's fake.

The distinctive feature of my family was intolerance of sensitivity and emotion - everything's great, it all has to be great all the time and why do you have to spoil it? Whereas probably the most fundamental and important thing to me has been defending my right to tell the truth about how I feel.