Zadie Smith: There's a wonderful sketch of a mother, leaning down to comfort a child who has been fighting a dog or something similar, and it was clearly done at the moment.
Julia Cafritz: I want to read about class warfare and pillowbiters, not guys on broomsticks.
Smith: They'll tell you about their mother's underwear.
Cafritz: If they claim to, they're liars.
Smith: The way I've learned to deal with it is by realizing that's what I get paid for.
Cafritz: Did your sperm dry up?
Smith: Absolutely.
Cafritz: I'm surprised and a bit disappointed. I'm a little bummed out.
Smith: Yeah, yeah, I'm just having a cigarette. I'm still with you. Go on.
Cafritz: I started to fool around with the guitar.
Smith: I would love to be an academic.
Cafritz: Teaching fulfills a lot of performance desire.
Smith: Do you think?
Cafritz: I don't know how to account for it.
Smith: A bitch slap.
Cafritz: Sippie cups. What I would have wanted is I go and sit down at a restaurant and you get a mallet and bang the brains out of monkeys.
Smith: That's sort of what I wanted to write about.