I stir in bed and the memories rise out of me like a buzz of flies from a carcass. I crave to be rid of them.

If my setting is new to a reader, or the concerns of the novel are new, I hope they will learn something about the world. I would like to say that they can trust that what they do learn in the novel will be accurate, because I pay a lot of attention to facts. I do a lot of research to make sure that I'm not giving them, you know, blue moons of Jupiter. It's not science fiction.

Come to think of it, just about every tool was shaped like either a weenie or a pistol, depending on your point of view.

Pain reaches the heart with electrical speed, but truth moves to the heart as slowly as a glacier.

No kind of bomb ever built will extinguish hatred.

A mother's body remembers her babies-the folds of soft flesh, the softly furred scalp against her nose. Each child has it's own entreaties to body and soul.

you can't really know the person standing before you, because always there is some missing piece