In my writing I wanted to be liked for writing really unlikeable stuff. There were books that people, particularly women, hated so much. They said, I threw it against the wall! Which, in my opinion, was a compliment. Because it's very hard to get somebody to throw something.

Long after the bomb falls and you and your good deeds are gone, cockroaches will still be here, prowling the streets like armored cars.

Fame is really great in a lot of ways, you know? People are a lot nicer to you. Like, the more famous you are, the more free presents you get. And invitations to really amazing things.

I feel like I sort of missed the eighties. At the time, we didn’t know we were having fun, which is probably the way it always is.

I think the sixties must have been quite a lot of fun.

I'm writing what I want to write. But it's almost an act of rebellion on my part. Because as a person, I've always wanted to be very likeable, and I think that's a horrible thing, particularly for women. You're always like, Oh, I hope I didn't hurt anyone's feelings. I hope they like me! And that's just so stupid.

Why would I want to read something about somebody that's just a really nice, decent person who overcomes terrible trials? That's not how life is to me.

Brownstein's is a fresh and jaunty voice, with a jazz snap all his own.

I felt my whole life was a facsimile of a life.

Crimes, sins, nightmares, hunks of hair: it was surprising how many of them has something to dispose of. The more I charged, the easier it was for them to breathe freely once more.

The novel is never really in the first draft. The novel really happens in the revisions.

With publicity comes humiliation.

I think in a lot of ways, writing, when you're really in there, is like being an actress because you're in somebody else's head.

I think powerful women don't care whether or not they're liked.