After all the fears, the warnings, after all, a woman's mistakes are different from a girl's. They are written by fire on stone. They are a trait and not an error.

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.

A cliche is like a coin that has been handled too much. Once language has been overly handled, it no longer leaves a clear imprint.

It wasn't awful to be dead. The stillness would almost be a relief. She wouldn't want pain, she wouldn't want to be wounded or mutilated. She could never shoot herself or jump off a building. But being dead wasn't unthinkable.

That was what she really wanted. To forget so thoroughly she'd never have another memory again, the bitter so bitter you gave up the sweet.

It's not that he was going nowhere, it's that he'd already arrived.

Find someone who will tremble for your touch, someone whose fingers are a poem.