The arena of women's lives is somewhat more intimate. If a woman goes out with an incredibly attractive man and they break up, that woman is not more attractive to men. It's completely irrelevant to them. That's an example of the way women's minds work.

Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand - but tell it.

I know to argue against our online lives seems like the argument of the grumpy, old Luddite novelist, but I really always try to make the argument from the perspective of personal pleasure.

The last page of [Lincoln in the Bardo] - without giving too much away - involves somebody entering somebody else. Not in a sexual way. But it says one of the simplest things you could ever say, which is that we must try and be inside each other. We must have some kind of feeling for each other and enter into each other's experience.

The lady was old, the lady was ill. It didn't matter what the lady believed.

The idea that motherhood is inherently somehow a threat to creativity is just absurd.

It's gotten to a point where everybody is concerned about their rights and nobody is concerned about their duties.