In case there is any question in your mind," he said, cupping her face with his hands. "What I want, what I most desire, the loveliest sight on this dark earth, is you.

Sometimes I spend all day in my dressing gown. But if I do dress, I make myself ravishing because then, I feel ravishing.

Some say writing is its own reward. I write for money, but writing for money is not so bad, especially when that writing brings you joy.

I love you," he said, his voice catching. "When I thought you were going to die, I wanted to die.

I would prefer not to throw myself on a funeral pyre. Please come back to me.

I don't want Christmas season to end, because it's the only time I can legitimately indulge in on particular addiction: glitter.

Shame can kill the imagination. It's hard to keep writing in the face of cultural derision.