Every writer hopes his or her book will be its own thing.

It was not the brutality of what occurred next that changed my mind and brought home to me the full meaning of fear. It was the brilliance of it.

Boys mystified me, although I dreamed vaguely of men.

I wasn't brought up to be dazzled by money or fame.

As you know, human history is full of evil deeds, and maybe we ought to think of them with tears, not fascination.

He can't really love anyone, you know, and in the end such people are always alone, no matter how much other people once loved them.

My guess is that he remembers some of me, some of us together, and the rest rolled off him like topsoil in a flash flood.