Poppies bleed petals of sheer excess. You and I, this sweet battle ground.

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

What was the point in such loneliness among people. At least if you were by yourself, you had a good reason to be lonely.

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.

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.

What happened to a dream without a dreamer?

To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful.