Life…we understand it differently at different stages. It’s what is interesting about getting older, you realize your relationship with the past is always negotiable. There is a lot of freedom in that, because you realize you can go back to what you did such a long time ago. You can talk with the dead, talk with your lost self, your disappeared self, and you can visit those places again, and understand it differently. That makes a huge difference.

I hate the word lesbian; it tells you nothing; its only purpose is to inflame.

I believe in communication; books communicate ideas and make bridges between people.

In my subconscious, my books were part of a single emotional journey.

Not much touches us, but we long to be touched. We lie awake at night willing the darkness to part and show us a vision.

Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox; that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there.

You never give away your heart; you lend it from time to time. If it were not so, how could we take it back without asking?