Bookish people, who are often maladroit people, persist in thinking they can master any subtlety so long as it's been shaped into acceptable exposito….

The recounting of a life is a cheat...even our own stories are obscenely distorted..

He dares not concern himself with the future for fear of disturbing the present..

In one day I had altered my life; my life, therefore, was alterable. This simple axiom did not call out for exegesis; no, it entered my bloodstream d….

Go for long walks, indulge in hot baths, Question your assumptions, be kind to yourself, live for the moment, loosen up, scream, curse the worl….

The larger loneliness of our lives evolves from our unwillingness to spend ourselves, stir ourselves. We are always damping down our inner weather, p….

Happiness is the lucky pane of glass you carry in your head. It takes all your cunning just to hang on to it, and once it's smashed you have to move ….

Write the book you want to read, the one you cannot find..

It occurs to her that she should record this flash of insight in her journal - otherwise she is sure to forget, for she is someone who is always lear….

Here's to another year and let's hope it's above ground..

I couldn't have been a novelist without being a mother. It gives you a unique witness point of the growth of a personality. It was a kind of biologic….

So this is where the years of maturity deliver us - to this needy, selfish, unwieldy wish to be somebody else's first and primal other..