Don't confuse honours with achievement.

She wore her sexuality with an older woman's ease, and not like an awkward purse, never knowing how to hold it, where to hang it, or when to just put it down.

You can't state difference and also state equality. We have to state sameness to understand equality.

All novels attempt to cut neural routes through the brain, to convince us that down this road the true future of the novel lies.

What interests me in [Lincoln in the Bardo] is a slight perverse balance between the sublime and the grotesque. Like you could have landed only on the sublime. But my argument is that the sublime couldn't exist without this other half.

When I see my friends engaging in a Twitter war for an afternoon, I think that would destroy me for a month.

Sometimes you get a flash of what you look like to other people.