All the characters in my books are imagined, but all have a bit of who I am in them - much like the characters in your dreams are all formed by who you are

I loved him even now, as he took a knife to my throat, as I drowned in blood, as I whispered "Cousin, you were wrong. We were born to live.

Unfinished business always comes back to haunt you, and a man who swears he'll love you forever isn't finished with you until he's done.

I read "The Group" by Mary McCarthy. It had tons of sex in it, or so I thought at the time.

When all is said and done, the weather and love are the two elements about which one can never be sure.

I knew what it was to yearn for a life so distant it seemed that it had never been anything more than a dream.

I must keep my head and not give in to desire, for desire is what causes women to drown.