I remain fascinated by where you go as a woman once you are a mother, and if you ever come back.

A neighbor is something that belongs to the stable world of home life, the thing that lives next door to you.

Every time I write a book, I've probably taken five years off my life.

Leaving things behind and starting again is a way of coping with difficulties. I learnt very early in my life that I was able to leave a place and still remain myself.

A feminist man is a bit like a vegetarian: it's the humanitarian principle he's defending, I suppose.

The anorexic body is held in the grip of will alone; its meaning is far from stable. What it says - 'Notice me, feed me, mother me' - is not what it means, for such attentions constitute an agonising test of that will, and also threaten to return the body to the dreaded 'normality' it has been such ecstasy to escape.

We who were born were not witnesses to our birth: like death, it is something we are forever after trying to catch sight of.