The essential matrimonial facts: that to be happy you have to find variety in repetition; that to go forward you have to come back to where you begin.

Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly

The girls took into their own hands decisions better left to God. They became too powerful to live among us, too self-concerned, too visionary, too blind.

So do boys and men announce their intentions. They cover you like a sarcophagus lid. And call it love.

If love were endless, if it were on tap, it wouldn't hit us the way it does. And we certainly wouldn't write about it.

The trees like lungs filling with air. My sister, the mean one, pulling my hair.

Every novelist should possess a hermaphroditic imagination.