…only a poet could frame a language that could frame a world.

Autobiography is not important. Authenticity is important. The writer must fire herself through the text, be the molten stuff that welds together disparate elements. I believe there is always exposure, vulnerability, in the writing process, which is not to say it is either confessional or memoir. Simply, it is real.

There is no greater grief than to find no happiness, but happiness in what is past.

To be ill adjusted to a deranged world is not a breakdown.

There are only three possible endings -aren't there? - to any story: revenge, tragedy or forgiveness. That's it. All stories end like that.

unhappy families are conspiracies of silence. The one who breaks the silence is never forgiven.

When she bleeds the smells I know change colour. There is iron in her soul on those days. She smells like a gun.