I am entirely alone. I and my shadow fill the universe.

Moonlight, white satin, roses. A bride.

There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.

He was a lovely man in many ways. But he kept on insisting on forgiving me when there was nothing to forgive.

Not many people can boast a photo of their grandmother posing for kiddiporn.

It may be the first in what I trust will be a rapidly growing and influential genre--the novel designed on purpose to be excludedfrom the Booker short-list.

Vengeful as nature herself, she loves her children only in order to devour them better and if she herself rips her own veils of self-deceit, Mother perceives in herself untold abysses of cruelty as subtle as it is refined.