Constantly worrying about your reflection and criticizing your body, shape and size is an act of violence against yourself.

I don't mean being famous is a perk, because one knows that it's not necessarily a perk, but there are certain perks to being well-known and respected in one's field. Public perks. Like, I don't know, general friendliness and willingness to please, just to point out two.

The flashbacks are parallel for me. You experience two storylines at the same time, and I'm not switching from one time to another.

Without the ice, the earth will fall

Can he love her? Can the soul really be satisfied with such polite affections? To love is to burn - to be on fire, like Juliet or Guinevere or Eloise.

I think books are like people, in the sense that they'll turn up in your life when you most need them. I firmly believe there are books whose greatness actually enables you to live, to do something. And sometimes, human beings need story and narrative more than they need nourishment and food.

It's such a cold night and it's the only time I've actively been grateful for menopause. I've been entirely comfortable.