Journalism encourages haste ... and haste is the enemy of art.

This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to break in.

I don't want to conquer you; I just want to climb you.

I think of love as a force of nature-as strog as the sun, as necessary, as impersonal, as gigantic, as impossible, as scorching as it is warming,as drought-making as it is life-giving.

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. I want to be held. I don't want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don't want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.

Somewhere between fear and sex passion is.

Always in my books, I like to throw that rogue element into a stable situation and then see what happens.