I think I know a thing or two about the way people love, but I don't know anything about hatred, psychosis, cruelty. Or maybe I don't have the guts to admit that I do.

I think people know that I love food, but maybe people don't know that I cook a lot.

People profess to have certain political positions, but their conservatism or liberalism is really the least interesting thing about them.

I love to dance, and sing - in the shower, not in public. I'm too old to go raving, but my fondest memories are of that kind of thing - dancing, with lots of people, outside if possible.

I think of reading like a balanced diet; if your sentences are too baggy, too baroque, cut back on fatty Foster Wallace, say, and pick up Kafka as roughage.

She was never known as a feminist. She would never admit to it, but I think deep down she was. She felt anything a man could do, she could do.