[on The Writers She Admires:] I Prefer

Romantic Love Is Mental Illness. But It's A Pleasurable One. It's A Drug. It Distorts Reality, And That's The Point Of It. It Would Be Impossible To Fall In Love With Someone That You Really Saw. The Second You Meet Someone That You're Going To Fall In Love With You Deliberately Become A Moron. You Do This In Order To Fall In Love, Because It Would Be Impossible To Fall In Love With Any Human Being If You Actually Saw Them For What They Are.

When I'm Supposed To Be Writing I Clean My Apartment, Take My Clothes To The Laundry, Get Organized, Make Lists, Do The Dishes. I Would Never Do A Dish Unless I Had To Write.

There Is Nothing More Mine Than My Writing, Nothing I'm More Proprietary About.

Bread That Must Be Sliced With An Axe Is Bread That Is Too Nourishing.

I Never Wanted To Have Any Extra Money, If It Meant Having To Have Any Extra Work.