I recognize myself to be an intensely naive person. Most novelists are, despite frequent pretensions to deep socio-political insight.

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

She hopes for nothing except fine weather and a resolution. She wants to end properly, like a good sentence.

Women often have a great need to portray themselves as sympathetic and pleasing, but we're also dark people with dark thoughts.

The belief that consciousness extends beyond death is surely to put more belief in the permanence of self, not less. That seems to me a comfort that you're allowing yourself.

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

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.