Our memory fragments don't have any coherence until they're imagined in words. Time is a property of language, of syntax, and tense.

The truth is that personality inevitably bleeds into all forms of our intellectual life. We all extrapolate from our own lives in order to understand the world.

Bedtime rituals for children ease the way to the elsewhere of slumber - teeth brushing and pajamas, the voice of a parent reading, the feel and smell of the old blanket or toy, the nightlight glowing in a corner.

Many writers over the centuries simply do not have the reputations they deserve because they were female, and that is an act of suppression.

Crippled and crazy, we hobble toward the finish line, pen in hand.

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

Writing fiction is like remembering what never happened.