I don't write anything that I haven't lived. In terms of integrity, you have to write what you live. And if you write beyond what you live, it is theory. And theory is not helpful. It is just not.

Desire, both the whispers and the shouts, is the map we have been given to find the only life worth living.

A wound that goes unacknowledged and unwept is a wound that cannot heal.

It takes great courage to be vulnerable. It takes enormous strength to be a real woman.

A soldier surrounded by enemies, if he is to cut his way out, needs to combine a strong desire for living with a strange carelessness about dying. He must not merely cling to life, for then he will be a coward, and will not escape. He must not merely wait for death, for then he will be a suicide, and will not escape. He must seek his life in a spirit of furious indifference to it; he must desire life like water and yet drink death like wine.

We are created for adventure, and if we cannot find one, we start blowing things out of proportion so it feels like we have one.

Am I really a man? Have I got what it takeswhen it counts?