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

Human beings are repetitive animals. All meaning is generated through repetition.

I've often thought that one of us is what we imagine, that each of us normalizes the terrible strangeness of inner life with a variety of convenient fictions.

Being a mother is complicated because its not just a paternal culture making demands on you; its those internal demands and expectations that women have and are self-generated.

Great books are the ones that are urgent, life-changing, the ones that crack open the reader’s skull and heart.

There is this assumption that much of what I write is about my life, and that simply is not true.

I myself have perceived women's actions as more aggressive than I would have in men because I too am walking around with my own biases. The way to fight them is to become conscious of them.