“I think that if humans are still walking around in fifty years, and still reading fiction, my work will last that long. Beyond that, I don’t know.”

“This is a hard thing to say, but it’s absolutely true—when I think of the men I’ve been with, every one of them stood between me and my writing.”

If you’re deprived of a home, deprived of access to your family, you learn that, actually, being bound to others is the significant thing.

On sexual liberation, femininity, and the crucial necessity of wacky ideas.