The most obvious difference between writing novels and memoirs is that my memoirs are true stories, and explore certain experiences I've lived, and thus operate within the boundaries of memory and fact.

That's l'amour: we willingly walk into the future blindfolded.

As a girl, I used to zip myself into a snowsuit, fall into the deepest snowdrift I could find and sweep my arms and legs into the powder, making snow angels that would crumble within minutes of their genesis. Despite their rapid disappearance, something about these frozen, evanescent angels has stayed with me ever since.

When we are no longer capable of love, we are no longer alive.

Reckless action is worse than wise restraint.

People don't actually think there is such a thing out there as angel research.

Even the good angels, I think, would inspire in humans some sort of fear.