Every moment happens twice: inside and outside, and they are two different histories.

Then he gave her a kiss on the forehead that felt like a baptism and she wept like a baby.

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

You're a library of me.

Protect the time and space in which you write. Keep everybody away from it, even the people who are most important to you.

Today, writing seems to me like an incredible luxury, almost a perversity, something which hardly exists in the world anymore, where you get to see the fruits of your actions in a daily way.

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