As a reader, I want a book to kidnap me into its world. Its world must make my so-called real world seem flimsy. Its world must lure me to return. When I close the book, I should feel bereft.

The sexuality doesn't end. It really doesn't. You're sexual your whole life, if you're a sexual person.

I know so many women in their fifties, sixties and seventies who delight in being on their own. It's amazing. They don't see any stigma attached to it. We don't need a man to prove our identity anymore.

Writing about sex turns out to be just writing about life.

The Passion that one Soul hath for God cannot be judged by another.

What was the point of spending your life with someone you were always looking for ways to decieve?

If, every day, I dare to remember that I am here on loan, that this house, this hillside, these minutes are all leased to me, not given, I will never despair.