It is interesting how keen people are for you to do something they would never dream of doing themselves, how enthusiasticall y they drive you to your own destruction.

There are certain types of slightly hysterical human characters who, rather than creating, walk around with a sense of their own potential - it's as if they themselves were art objects. They feel as if their lives are written narratives, or pieces of music.

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

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.

Feminism remains something that needs to be explained to people.

I don't really believe in stories, only in the people who tell them.

My children are living, thinking human beings. It isn't in my power to regret them, for they belong to themselves.