That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

Having once found the intensity of art, nothing else that can happen in life can ever again seem as important as the creative process.

She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.

In short, you have only your emotions to sell. This is the experience of all writers.

God knows what you've been doing, everything you've been doing. You may fool me, but you can't fool God!

Men don’t often know those times when a girl could be had for nothing.

Everything that begins, begins with blood.