This is what happens when you fall in love. You're looking at a natural disaster.

A novel is like a dream in which everyone is you. They’re all parts of yourself.

She was sitting cross-legged on her bed in her white kimono, writing in a notebook with an ink pen she dipped in a bottle. 'Never let a man stay the night,' she told me. 'Dawn has a way of casting a pall on any night magic.' The night magic sounded lovely. Someday I would have lovers and write a poem after.

There is no God, there is only what you want.

Love is a check, that can be forged, that can be cashed. Love is a payment that comes due.

I'm a fish swimming by...catch me if you want me.

I felt beautiful but also interrupted. I wasn't used to being so complicated.