I always remember my childhood as traumatic, for various reasons; I always felt alienated, outside.

I do think that memoirs by women are reviewed differently and considered somewhat outside of the canon.

My rage and sense of alienation as to how women have been written, have allowed themselves to be written, in so many ways, has political roots.

All of my wildness is in the writing. I have discovered I have to be orderly and boring in my personal life to be wild in my work.

I think the mad wives and mistresses are my hysterics - even the fictionalized ones. I want to trace how they were silenced, I want to find for them an escape route.

I am worthy of being read. I mean, one has to be convinced of one's genius.

My writing has always been considered extremely important, even though I make slim-to-no money at it.

I am home because I am a writer, but sometimes, when I'm not productive (productivity: the expectations of capitalism), I feel like a terrible housewife, or a sick person.

I think that writing and publishing are different. I think I will always write; I might not always publish. The idea of not publishing is wonderful!

The hope in literature is that we are allowed to be imperfect, to write of our imperfection, without being overly critiqued for being unlikeable.

I think for a woman, getting older can help, through personal experience, although of course older women are then rendered invisible in our society, another existential crisis.

I'd trade every last one of you for a moment's peace and a dog that didn't P on the carpet

Thinking big is a skill all entrepreneurs should be focused on cultivating.

Nothing grieves a child more than to study the wrong lesson and learn something he wasn't suppose to.

Don't give up your life because balance is important, but when you're young you have energy, use it!

I am fortunate to have the resources to have many methods to do each of my illusions.

It seems you haven't really become a success until you have as many people as possible condemning you.

The middle class, one of the great achievements in history, is becoming more of a relic than a reality.

There are demons and there are evil people in the world, and you post a picture like that and some cultist gets a hold of it or a coven and they begin muttering curses against an unborn child.

There is no dignity in a crying toothpick.

Everyone wants to be truth tellers today while never thinking we are the ones who need the truth told to us. It's quite amusing.