tis true that tho' People can transcend their Characters in Times of Tranquillity, they can ne'er do so in Times of Tumult.

My generation of young female writers discovered that we could dictate the form and content of our own fiction.

That was probably the mistake of my generation, that we thought that having sex with anyone would be intimate and it wasn't.

One writes not by will but by surrender.

Books go out into the world, travel mysteriously from hand to hand, and somehow find their way to the people who need them at the times when they need them ... Cosmic forces guide such passings-along.

It is the city of mirrors, the city of mirages, at once solid and liquid, at once air and stone.

In any triangle, who is the betrayer, who the unseen rival, and who the humiliated lover? Oneself, oneself, and no one but oneself!