The Very Reason I Write Is So

I Do My Best Work Under Pressure, So I’ll Nick An Artery, And My Husband Isn’t Allowed To Stanch The Bleeding Till I’ve Banged Out A Chapter.

What Interests Me In [lincoln In The Bardo] Is A Slight Perverse Balance Between The Sublime And The Grotesque. Like You Could Have Landed Only On The Sublime. But My Argument Is That The Sublime Couldn't Exist Without This Other Half.

The Idea That Motherhood Is Inherently Somehow A Threat To Creativity Is Just Absurd.

Anyone Over The Age Of Thirty Catching A Bus Can Consider Himself A Failure.

Each Couple Is Its Own Vaudeville Act.