At a certain point, the struggles with teaching and mothering and so on and so forth, those decline, those lessen.

After Fifty Shades of Grey, I think my writing is pretty tame, isn't it?

I want, I want, I want! We never grow out of it somehow. Unless we become Buddhists, maybe.

Particularly in relationship to my father - there's something that daughters, girl children, do almost instinctually in their relationships with their father, so that physically, those boundaries must be respected and never crossed.

Philosophy is a bad master for poetry; religion worse; and politics self-serving will never serve the Muse.

Now that I'm more middle class, I have access to consumer goods. I do enjoy feminine frippery, feminine doo-da, stuff like that.

I was nine when I first knew I wanted to be a writer, in particular, a poet.