I Think Our Material Is Our Lives.

You Have To Have A Certain Kind Of Thickening Of The Hide. I Mean, I'm Not Particularly Worried About What Other People Think. If Other People Think That I Was Not The World's Most Perfect Mother, They Are Completely Right.

My Mother Had Died When I Wrote My First Book. I Was Twenty-seven, So It Was Right At The Beginning Of My Writing Life. I Don't Know If She Had Lived, If I Would Have Done It, Certainly Not Quite Like I Did. But, You Can't Rethink It. You Wrote What You Wrote, It Meant Something To Other People, And That's Your Good.

I Think That Certainly The Artists Of The '40s, '50s And '60s Were Fighting A Very Conformist Society, Which Didn't Give Them Enough Space To Live Or Create, And They Were Bucking All Kinds Of Spoken And Unspoken Rules.

You Can Be Creative And Not Addictive, Or Addictive And Not Creative. Most Addicted People Do Not Produce Anything Of Remarkable Note.

There Is Cruelty In Divorce. There Is Cruelty In Forced Or Unfortunate Marriage. We Will Continue To Cry At Weddings Because We Know How Bittersweet, How Fragile Is The Truth. We Will Always Need Legal Divorce Just As An Emergency Escape Hatch Is Crucial In Every Submarine. No Sense, However, In Denying That After Every Divorce Someone Will Be Running Like A Cat, Tin Cans Tied To Its Tail: Spooked And Slowed Down.