He has the ability to catch someone by the way that he looks at her, and make her wish he would go on looking.

Sometimes words drew blood, they cut your tongue, they made you know things you couldn't unknow.

Some things, when they change, never do return to the way they once were. Butterflies for instance, and women who've been in love with the wrong man too often.

Books may well be the only true magic.

I think love is a huge factor in fiction and in real life. Is there a risk? Always. In fiction and in life

Even as a small child, I understood that woman had secrets, and that some of these were only to be told to daughters. In this way we were bound together for eternity.

We stood and watched as God abandoned us, and then we did the best we could.