I hated historical novels with fluttering cloaks.

What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home.

Only the impossible is worth the effort.

Why should literature be easy? Sometimes you can do what you want to do in a simple, direct way that is absolutely right. Sometimes you can't. Reading is not a passive act. Books are not TV. Art of all kinds is an interactive challenge. The person who makes the work and the person who comes to the work both have a job to do. I am never wilfully obscure, but I do ask for some effort.

When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw myself.

We're here, there, not here, not there, swirling like specks of dust, claiming for ourselves the rights of the universe. Being important, being nothing, being caught in lives of our own making that we never wanted. Breaking out, trying again, wondering why the past comes with us, wondering how to talk about the past at all.

A homosexual is further away from a woman than a rhinoceros.