We read so that we can be moved by a new way of looking at things.

How vast was a human being's capacity for suffering. The only thing you could do was stand in awe of it. It wasn't a question of survival at all. It was the fullness of it, how much could you hold, how much could you care.

Her hatred glittered irresistibly. I could see it, the jewel, it was sapphire, it was the cold lakes of Norway.

He reminded me of someone who put your fingers in the door and smiled and talked to you while he smashed them.

Isn't it funny.I'm enjoying my hatred so much more than i ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you, changes its mind. But hatred, now, that's something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It's hard, or soft, however you need it. Love humiliates you, but Hatred cradles you.

My house is modern, but I like my writing room to be old fashioned. I write on a little wooden secretary desk.

I use my fiction to explore my own unconscious issues. I usually don't even know what's going on with me until I'm writing.