It's terrible to lose somebody, but it's also true that some people never have anybody to lose, and I think that's got to be so much worse.

I know I'm a rare person, a trained scientist who writes fiction, because so few contemporary novelists engage with science.

We tap our toes to chaste love songs about the silvery moon without recognizing them as hymns to copulation.

There is no point treating a depressed person as though she were just feeling sad, saying, 'There now, hang on, you'll get over it.' Sadness is more or less like a head cold- with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.

The very least you can do in your life is to figure out what you hope for!

Terms like that, 'Humane Society,' are devised with people like me in mind, who don't care to dwell on what happens to the innocent.

He lifts her breasts, which fit perfectly into his hands, though he knows this is no promise that he gets to keep them. A million things you can't have will fit in a human hand.