I have a terrible memory.

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.

Write the story that you were always afraid to tell. I swear to you that there is magic in it, and if you show yourself naked for me, I'll be naked for you. It will be our covenant.

I wanted her to to go on talking and understand without me saying anything. I wanted her to love me enough to leave him, to pack us up and take us away from him, to kill him if need be. (107)

stories are the one sure way I know to touch the heart and change the world.

Writing is the only way I know to demand justice from an uncaring universe.

I do not write about nice people. I am not nice people.