Not telling is just as interesting as telling I have found. Why speech, that short verbal journey from inside to outside can be excrutiating under certain circumstances is fascinating.

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.

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.

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

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

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

Every painting is always two paintings: The one you see, and the one you remember.