I will say I am the sum of my books.

An autobiography can distort; facts can be realigned. But fiction never lies: it reveals the writer totally.

I have always moved by intuition alone. I have no system, literary or political. I have no guiding political idea.

Home is, I suppose just a child's idea. A house at night, and a lamp in the house. A place to feel safe.

It was a good place for getting lost in, a city no one ever knew, a city explored from the neutral heart outward, until after many years, it defined itself into a jumble of clearings separated by stretches of the unknown, through which the narrowest of paths had been cut.

I read a piece of writing and within a paragraph or two I know whether it is by a woman or not.

My grief is that the publishing world, the book writing world is an extraordinary shoddy, dirty, dingy world.