Our age has need of violence," he writes. And he is violence.

... and the very folds of the curtains contained secrets and sighs.

Writers do not live one life, they live two. There is the living and then there is the writing. There is the second tasting, the delayed reaction.

The truly faithless one is the one who makes love to only a fraction of you. And denies the rest.

I reserve the right to love many different people at once, and to change my prince often.

Stories are the only enchantment possible, for when we begin to see our suffering as a story, we are saved.

The way to recognize a dead word is that it exudes boredom.