Memories drifting and piling up quietly, like letters on the doormat of an empty house.

Dogs were like the worst drunks - lunging at crotches then pissing over other people's shoes.

I decided I would go with them, but it would be at my father's house that I would eat. I would share his food, and his poverty.

Artistically I am still a child with a whole life ahead of me to discover and create. I want something, but I won't know what it is until I succeed in doing it.

I delight in my family obligations, but they leave little time for breaks let alone quick trips across the country.

[Arabs are] a people, whom it is dangerous to provoke, and fruitless to attack.

What kind of shapeshifter has orange fur anyway?" "Weredingo." Now I'd seen everything. Well, at least he didn't steal my baby.

I go outside, and I'm wearing a funky T-shirt and my hair is dirty, and people say, 'What's wrong with her? She needs to invest in a hairbrush.'

The present hardly exists, after all-it becomes the past even as it happens. A tricky medium, time - and central to the concerns of fiction.

While she was no radical, no natural breaker of rules, no seeker of the bold statement, she was in her own serene way uncaring of convention and others' opinions.

A brain can improve till it fits its environment.