There is an empty place within me where my heart once was.
I am the blood of the dragon. Do not presume to teach me lessons.
The women are the strong ones, truly.
I think my very earliest stories were all intellectual exercises and I was writing from experiences I had never had about characters who were about an inch deep.
Men are mad and gods are madder, she told the grass, and the grass murmured its agreement.
There are two kinds of writers. There are architects and gardeners. The architects do blueprints before they drive the first nail. The gardeners just dig a hole and plant the seed and see what comes up.