Novels arise out of the shortcomings of History.

I don't think it is an easy thing to write and expect to be commercial, even if you are from Venus and a hermaphrodite.

Independent women must expect more of themselves, since neither men nor other more conventionally domesticated women will hope for anything, or expect any result other than utter failure.

Things are not what they seem.

You are safe with me." "I am not at all safe, with you. But I have no desire to be elsewhere.

I was no good at being a child.

They took to silence. They touched each other without comment and without progression. A hand on a hand, a clothed arm, resting on an arm. An ankle overlapping an ankle, as they sat on a beach, and not removed. One night they fell asleep, side by side... He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase.