All human states are organic brain states - happiness, sadness, fear, lust, dreaming, doing math problems and writing novels - and our brains are not static.

We read each other through our eyes, and anatomically they are an extension of our brains. When we catch someone's eye, we look into a mind.

Writing fiction is like remembering what never happened.

I will turn human anatomy into roses and stars and sea. I will dissect the beloveds body in metaphor.

The fictive is an emormous territory it turns out, its boundaries vague, and there is little certainty about where it begins and ends.

The old story is true:Women have to be less emotional than men.

Every sickness has an alien quality, a feeling of invasion and loss of control that is evident in the language we use about it.