Kate Zambreno quotes:

I think for a woman, getting older can help, through personal experience, although of course older women are then rendered invisible in our society, another existential crisis.

Sometimes she is struck by how much she goes through life almost unconsciously. She is being swept along. She is a pale ghost.

For years and years I carried these notebooks around with me - I had hundreds of pages of notes, these fragments that consisted of biographical anecdotes, diary passages, critical rants, agitations, scenes of my marriage.

I always remember my childhood as traumatic, for various reasons; I always felt alienated, outside.

I am home because I am a writer, but sometimes, when I'm not productive (productivity: the expectations of capitalism), I feel like a terrible housewife, or a sick person.

I do teach fiction and non-fiction, and usually I'm interested in works that confuse genre, but I'm very new to teaching creative writing, I don't have an MFA, or a PhD, I tend to approach it just through my own practice.

I don't think men experience the embargo on channeling the autobiography in their literature.

I think the online space can be a free space, in that we are not reliant online on the publishing industry or readers who just don't get it.

I'm exposing faultlines, dealing especially with rhetoric. Showing that heterosexuality is a disease, or at least its inheritance.

My writing has always been considered extremely important, even though I make slim-to-no money at it.

What does she want to be? A green girl doesn't like to consider this question. She is waiting around to be discovered just for being herself.

All of my wildness is in the writing. I have discovered I have to be orderly and boring in my personal life to be wild in my work.

How difficult it was for a woman, once she was named by doctors, to become a writer, because many aspects of her behavior that are accepted in the genius or creative man are regarded as dangerous in the woman.

I am curious to see what books will emerge from all this writing online that's the result of those who grew up pouring their feelings out on Livejournal or Tumblr - excessive, sometimes automatic, sometimes enraged, emotional, while also quite intellectual - or if formal books will emerge at all, if that's not the point of these unmediated raw spaces. I'm excited by the possibility.

I am worthy of being read. I mean, one has to be convinced of one's genius.

I do think that memoirs by women are reviewed differently and considered somewhat outside of the canon.

I have almost never been compared to male writers in any review. All women.

I hope what I do when I draw from other people's lives is pay tribute. To try to understand what it means in our society to be silenced. To try to understand how class and gender intersect with that. To try to understand how being named and classified within the context of psychiatry can intersect with all that, as well.

I think genius can have a lot to do with nerve. And permission.

I think so often, especially if the work is perceived of as being drawn from life, the woman, not her book, is reviewed.

I think that writing and publishing are different. I think I will always write; I might not always publish. The idea of not publishing is wonderful!

I think the female first-person is still dismissed, demonized, especially if the book does not end on an empowering note, especially if the main character is perceived as unlikeable, or too privileged.

I think the key to writing the truth of our existences, so much of this is being incubated online, is examining the conflicts and the messiness, our sometimes dividedness, dealing with gender and other hierarchies, and also our identities outside of them, deeply personal and yet somehow critical and circumspect.

I think the mad wives and mistresses are my hysterics - even the fictionalized ones. I want to trace how they were silenced, I want to find for them an escape route.

I try to tell student writers to read as much as possible, not only literature but philosophy, theory, and to form obsessions. There's a big taboo in fiction creative writing workshops against using the self at all, and I think I try to encourage students to write the self, but to connect the self to something larger, which is to be this thinking, seeing, searching, eternally curious person, and that writing can come out of investigating and trying to understand confusion, and doubts, and obsessions.

If one writes the rules then one can contradict oneself. It's all about rhetoric, about official narratives.

I'm just too lazy. I wish I could be someone that has wild affairs - all of my favorite nonfiction novels are about these wild affairs and postmarital agonistes - but to be honest, I'm someone that doesn't deal well with instability.

It is only through having a stable loving partnership that I began to feel in control enough to attempt a strict writing discipline, to realize something I always knew was simmering underneath.

My rage and sense of alienation as to how women have been written, have allowed themselves to be written, in so many ways, has political roots.

On the whole, most biographies about literary women tend to diagnose them.

One of my moments of coming to writing, of needing to write to attempt to create myself, to attempt to absolve and understand my past passivity, came when a girl I loved very much, who I had been estranged from for some time, killed herself.

Patriarchy is having the power to name.

People are depressed for many reasons, one of which I think is how we have been taught to react to trauma, to stress.

People are more concerned about the economy then these ridiculous concerns as to gender inequity in society, as manifested in marriages, in the mental health system, and then in literature.

She smoked because she craved something to do with her hands, that delicate interplay of light and cup and first inhale. Craved the repetition of it. It was so difficult sometimes to be still in a room, alone with oneself. To bare oneself to the lonely.

The biographies of the great men see their excesses as signs of their greatness.

The concept of "girl-on-girl crime" is perplexing to me, and it happens in many ways. There are those, who refuse to identify with women as a group, preferring the shade of the mythologized men, who want to keep up the status quo.

The hope in literature is that we are allowed to be imperfect, to write of our imperfection, without being overly critiqued for being unlikeable.

The memoir by women, read by female readers, is considered a market form, not "great literature."

The nonfiction novel or literary memoir as authored by women is usually given a much harder time in mainstream criticism.

When I get too worked up about things I have always escaped into catatonia.

With fiction, the works of women are often over-interpreted as autobiography, especially when the main character is a woman, especially if she is seen as privileged.

For years I lived rather medicated and muted - I did not possess language to describe my vague feelings of unhappiness, to politicize it, to attempt to transcend it.