What I Increasingly Felt, In Marriage And

I Have No Sense Of A Model Or Predecessor When I Write A Memoir: For Me, The Form Exists As A Method Of Processing Material That Retains Too Many Connections To Life To Be Approached Strictly And Aesthetically. A Memoir Is A Risk, A One-off, A Bastard Child.

I Remain Fascinated By Where You Go As A Woman Once You Are A Mother, And If You Ever Come Back.

An Eating Disorder Epidemic Suggests That Love And Disgust Are Being Jointly Marketed, As It Were; That Wherever The Proposition Might First Have Come From, The Unacceptability Of The Female Body Has Been Disseminated Culturally.

Help Is Dangerous Because It Exists Outside The Human Economy: The Only Payment For Help Is Gratitude.

As Writers Go, I Have A Skin Of Average Thickness. I Am Pleased By A Good Review, Disappointed By A Bad. None Of It Penetrates Far Enough To Influence The Thing I Write Next.