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

Depression, suffering and anger are all part of being human.

A book's flaws make it less predictable.

We don't have a unitary society anymore, you know; it's very fragmented. I look up and down my block in Silverlake and there is a different universe in every house.

I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, men who made you love them then changed their minds.

I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children between friends family things you think are eternal. Everything could be lost more easily than anyone could imagine.

His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were like cobras following a reed flute.