His main principles were indeed as follows: everything it is possible to imagine can also exist.

The end of exile is the end of being.

Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.

The kind of power mothers have is enormous. Take the skyline of Istanbul - enormous breasts, pathetic little willies, a final revenge on Islam. I was so scared I had to crouch in the bottom of the boat when I saw it.

Just because we're sisters under the skin doesn't mean we've got much in common.

A book is simply the container of an idea-like a bottle; what is inside the book is what matters.

His touch both consoles and devastates me; I feel my heart pulse, then wither, naked as a stone on the roaring mattress while the lovely, moony night slides through the window to dapple the flanks of this innocent who makes cages to keep the sweet birds in. Eat me, drink me; thirsty, cankered, goblin-ridden, I go back and back to him to have his fingers strip the tattered skin away and clothe me in his dress of water, this garment that drenches me, its slithering odour, its capacity for drowning.