It's fun to tease people about where fiction and life intersect.

I don't believe that there is any true friendship without a bond of honor, and the honor in friendship is the respect you give the other that she also gives you.

The only magic we have is what we make in ourselves, the muscles we build up on the inside, the sense of belief we create from nothing.

I have a terrible memory.

Delia picked at the raw sores of her conscience...Drunk or sober, Delia lived in the small town in her heart, ignoring the world in which all her love had turned to grief.

fiction is the great lie that tells the truth

Two or three things I know for sure, and one is that I'd rather go naked than wear the coat the world has made for me.