I enjoy the Web site a lot and I like being able to talk to my readers. I've always had a very close relationship with them.

Maybe that's what Hell is. You go mad. And all your demons come and get you just as fast as you can think them up.

Let the flesh instruct the mind.

We breathe the light, we breathe the music, we breathe the moment as it passes through us.

an intoxication with forbidden knowledge in which the natural things become unimportant.

‎There's no way to cheat a sensualist like me, somebody who can die laughing for hours over the pattern of the carpet in a hotel lobby.

Obviously, a writer can't know everything about what she writes. It's impossible.