What other grown-up gets told how to do their job so often as a writer?

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

If love is what is held to make us immortal, hatred is the reverse.

Feminism remains something that needs to be explained to people.

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.

Reality might be described as the eternal equipoise of positive and negative.

I suppose, I said, it is one definition of love, the belief in something that only the two of you can see.