...I love 'yes.' It's practically the most interesting word of all, don't you think?" Like a hinge opening a door outward. Yes, yes, yes.

If jealousy was the vindaloo of love, I'd imagined her tongue burning, and such a fire forcing her to spill her truth.

Almost certainly I will not tell her my intentions this evening or tonight. I will put it off. Why? Because words are actions and they make things happen. Once they are out you cannot put them back.

And silence, like darkness, can be kind; it, too, is a language.

The vocation of each writer is to describe the world as he or she sees it; anything more than that is advertising.

Being in love means being at the mercy of someone's childhood.

You can't spend your life beating yourself up for something that happened yesterday. You die if you don't follow your desire.