In that house, you will find my heart. You must break in, Henri, and get it back for me.' Was she mad? We had been talking figuratively. Her heart was in her body like mine. I tried to explain this to her, but she took my hand and put it against her chest. Feel for yourself.

Whatever it is that pulls the pin, that hurls you past the boundaries of your own life into a brief and total beauty, even for a moment, it is enough.

Trust me, I'm telling you stories. ... I can change the story. I am the story.

The rebellion of art is a daily rebellion against the state of living death routinely called real life.

Meatspace still has some advantages for a carbon-based girl.

Darkness as well as light. Or do I mean darkness, another kind of light? Lucifer would say so, and I have a weakness for fallen angels.

My characters are always on the outside; the spotlight's not on them. But they do get somewhere.