I think the best thing in cases of censorship or things like this is to get as much media as possible.

Women need to become literary "criminals," break the literary laws and reinvent their own, because the established laws prevent women from presenting the reality of their lives.

I understand that postmodern literature probably means people like DeLillo, The Fiction Collective, but I don't get it that those writers are really influenced by postmodern theorists.

GET RID OF MEANING. YOUR MIND IS A NIGHTMARE THAT HAS BEEN EATING YOU: NOW EAT YOUR MIND.

If you ask me what I want, I'll tell you. I want everything.

We get on the bandwagon in all sorts of ways - you know minor ways and major ways - like what you've just encountered which isn't censorship exactly, it was something sort of uglier in a way.

Well, I think writing is basically about time and rhythm. Like with jazz. You have your basic melody and then you just riff off of it. And the riffs are about timing.

There are times when the law jeopardizes those who obey it.

My nutritionist read my pathology report and said, "There's only one way you can beat your cancer." "What's that?" "You have to find out what caused it.

I wasn't really into body piercings until I found that about half my female students had them.

A novel is a book with a lot of pages.

I hated labels anyway. People didn’t fit in slots—prostitute, housewife, saint—like sorting the mail. We were so mutable, fluid with fear and desire, ideals and angles, changeable as water.

Tremendous amounts of talent are lost to our society just because that talent wears a skirt.

Because if she let go of her grief even for a minute it would only hit her harder when she bumped into it again.

I grew up with brothers. I love men. Of course it's hard to be a woman in a man's world.

Doesn't matter if it's personal or professional, a good partnership takes work.

Nothing says you care for me better than offering to torture my enemies.

The world is a dynamic mess of jiggling things

Adjectives are the curse of America.

Man hath a weary pilgrimage, As through the word he wends; On every stage, from youth to age, Still discontent attends.

It is not becoming to grieve immoderately for the dead.