That's what perfect means. You're finished.

I suppose you retire from trying. If you retire from trying, you think, "Maybe love will just come my way if I don't want it anymore."

That's what perfect means. You're finished.

I know that I was able to find my way out of most of my feelings by writing.

The state of love is this constant flux back and forth between who's saving and who's rescuing, who's wanting and not wanting, who's needing and who isn't. It's always going back and forth between two people who are actually attached.

Early in the phase of being in a female body, there's all this desire that comes at you, a lot of it hostile, a lot of it dangerous, a lot of it ruinous.

Teaching writing puts you on the point of a pin in terms of what you want your own writing to be.