Your green eye is a reducing chamber. If I look into it long enough, I wil become as small as my own reflection, I will diminish to a point and vanish. I will be drawn down into that black whirlpool and be consumed by you. I shall become so small you can keep me in one of your osier cages and mock my loss of liberty.

To pin your hopes upon the future is to consign those hopes to a hypothesis, which is to say, a nothingness. Here and now is what we must contend with.

The end of exile is the end of being.

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

Out of the frying pan into the fire! What is marriage but prostitution to one man instead of many? No different!

I don't really think that writers, even great writers, are prophets, or sages, or Messiah-like figures; writing is a lonely, sedentary occupation and a touch of megalomania can be comforting around five on a November afternoon when you haven't seen anybody all day.

A fairy tale is the kind of story in which one king goes to another king to borrow a cup of sugar