Whether you want to call it God or the mystery of the cosmos doesn't matter to me.

Unhappiness is selfish, grief is selfish. For whom are the tears?

I felt like a thief with a bagful of stolen glances.

I think of myself in a continuum as a woman. Two hundred years ago, it would have been very difficult for me to write at all.

I am a writer who happens to love women. I am not a lesbian who happens to write.

The secret of the world is this: the world is entirely circular and you will go round and round endlessly, never finding what you want, unless you have found what you really want inside yourself. When you follow a star you know you will never reach that star; rather it will guide you to where you want to go. Its a reference point, not an end in itself, even though you seem to be following it. So it is with the world. It will only ever lead you back to yourself. The end of all your exploring will be to cease from exploration and know the place for the first time.

Art saved me; it got me through my depression and self-loathing, back to a place of innocence.