We're people of the Orient. We know everything. And what we don't know, we can sense.

The fading light is us, and we are, for a moment so brief (...) beautiful.

Before my first novel, I was dating a woman who later went to prison for bashing a guy with a hammer.

Reading is entering into the consciousness of another human being.

In contravention of my belief that any life ending in death is essentially pointless, I needed my friends to open up that plastic bag and take one last look at me. Someone had to remember me, if only for a few more minutes in the vast silent waiting room of time.

In America, the distance between wanting something and having it delivered to your living room is not terribly great.

I wish I were stronger and more secure in myself so that I could really spend my life with a guy like Lenny. Because he has a different kind of strength than Joshie. He has the strength of his sweet tuna arms. He has the strength of putting his nose in my hair and calling it home. He has the strength to cry when I go down on him. Who IS Lenny? Who DOES that? Who will ever open up to me like that again? No one. Because it's too dangerous. Lenny is a dangerous man. Joshie is more powerful, but Lenny is much more dangerous.