For ridding oneself of faith is like boiling seawater to retrieve the salt--something is gained but something is lost.
Desire is never final, desire is imprecise and impractical [...]
Tell the truth through whichever veil comes to hand - but tell it.
I like books that don't give you an easy ride. I like the feeling of discomfort. The sense of being implicated.
I never attended a creative writing class in my life. I have a horror of them.
He was bookish, she was not; he was theoretical, she political. She called a rose a rose. He called it an accumulation of cultural and biological constructions circulating around the mutually attracting binary poles of nature/artifice.