Like A Kid Kicked Out Of Class.

Don't Turn Over The Rocks If You Don't Want To See The Pale Creatures Who Live Under Them.

A Novel Is Like A Dream In Which Everyone Is You. They’re All Parts Of Yourself.

My House Is Modern, But I Like My Writing Room To Be Old Fashioned. I Write On A Little Wooden Secretary Desk.

I've Told You, Nobody Becomes An Artist Unless They Have To.

They Wanted The Real Mother, The Blood Mother, The Great Womb, Mother Of Fierce Compassion, A Woman Large Enough To Hold All The Pain, To Carry It Away. What We Needed Was Someone Who Bled...mother's Big Enough, Wide Enough For Us To Hide In...mother's Who Would Breathe For Us When We Could Not Breathe Anymore, Who Would Fight For Us, Who Would Kill For Us, Die For Us.