I don't go to church any more, but I think that Catholicism is rather like the brand they use on cattle: I feel so formed in that Catholic mould that I don't think I could adopt any other form of spirituality. I still get feelings of consolation about churches.

I'm a novelist, not a social scientist or a commentator.

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

Writing, more than any other art, is indexed to the worthiness of the self because it is identified in peoples minds with emotion.

Christianity has kept itself going for centuries on hope alone, and has perpetrated all manner of naughtiness in the meantime.

The writing you allude to is a form of dissent, but it's also expressive of the need to evolve beyond what is turgid and stale in contemporary fiction.

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