In that moonlit hour, I acquired a sense of the otherness of things. I liked the feeling the moonlight gave me, as if it wasn't the opposite of day, but its underside, its private side, when the fabulous purred on my snow-white sheet like some dark cat come in from the desert.

Be very, very careful not to let the facts get mixed up with the truth.

The trouble with miracles is, they don't last long.

It (enchantment) started when the earth was born. It never stops. It is, always. It's just here.

Usually it takes me about nine to 12 months to write a book.

Whos love do you cherrish more? Hers or theirs? when you deside that, it's all downhill from there.

It's a shame publishers send rejection slips. Writers should get something more substantial than a slip that amounts to a pile of confetti. Publishers should send something heavier. Editors should send out rejection bricks, so at the end of a lot of years, you would have something to show besides a wheelbarrow of rejection slips. Instead you could have enough bricks to build a house.