There used to be a category called women's fiction - meaning not too rude, not too much sex, a bit domestic and internal. Women have changed so much. We're so varied. And we've become more interested in the same varied experience in fiction.

She would be half a planet away, floating in a turquoise sea, dancing by moonlight to flamenco guitar.

I was always mortified.Didn't they know they were tying thier mothers to the ground? Weren't chains ashamed of their prisoners?

I thought clay must feel happy in the good potter's hand.

Pick a better verb. Most people use twenty verbs to describe everything from a run in their stocking to the explosion of an A-bomb.

Never apologize. Never explain.

Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.