I like to think each writer is doing his or her part. Feeding the lake, as Jean Rhys said. And maybe there are different lakes.

I was very precocious when I was young. I went to college at 16, and I graduated at 20. I wanted to be a writer, but I was more interested in experience than in applying myself intellectually.

I don't really see art as structured by logic.

I don't regard the real and true and authentic as something to claim as a moral high ground.

I shy away from plot structure that depends on the characters behaving in ways that are going to eventually be explained by their childhood, or by some recent trauma or event. People are incredibly complicated. Who knows why they are the way they are?

In short, I'm pretty suspicious of the idea that there's a real and true and authentic world, and then a bunch of false ones.

A funny thing about women and machines: the combination made men curious.