I want to be a writer who reminds others that these moments exist; I want to prove that there is infinite space, infinite meaning, infinite dimension

I needed to live, but I also needed to record what I lived.

Through love, through friendship, a heart lives more than one life.

The bed must be a beautiful place, not only because you make love there but because you dream there as well.

Your strength is soft, indirect, delicate, tender, womanly. But it is strength just the same.

A big enough artist, I say, can eat anything, must eat everything and then alchemize it. Only the feeble writer is afraid of expansion.

Introspection is a devouring monster.