It made me feel that I had to work very hard, but I've always felt I had to work very hard to get my own approval.

When I was 21 I wanted to write like Kafka. But, unfortunately for me, I wrote like a script editor for The Simpsons who'd briefly joined a religious cult and then discovered Foucault. Such is life.

'A reality shaped around your own desires' - there is something sociopathic in that ambition.

He traced the genealogy of the feeling.

Sometimes, one wants to have the illusion that one is making ones own life, out of ones own resources.

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

Step back from your Facebook Wall for a moment: Doesn't it, suddenly, look a little ridiculous? Your life in this format?