When it is time to get to work, I go away completely and don't do anything except the work. And that can be 16 hours a day.

She said she’d often wondered why she wanted to do some things and not do other things at all. Well, it was obvious with some things, but for others, there was no reason there. She’d spent a long time puzzling it out, then she thought that what you’d done in a past life you didn’t need to do again, and what you had to do in the future, you wouldn’t be ready to do now.

What I wanted to do was to fasten my index finger and thumb at the bolts of your collar bone, push out, spread the web of my hand until it caught against your throat. You asked me if I wanted to strangle you. No, I wanted to fit you, not just in the obvious ways but in so many indentations.

I never wanted children. If I'd been deeply in love with a man and he'd wanted children, it would have been difficult.

Tell me a story, Pew. What kind of story, child? A story with a happy ending. There’s no such thing in all the world. As a happy ending? As an ending.

Memory loss is one way of coping with damage.

Whatever is powerful to you can be translated into something which will matter to somebody that you will never know.