If you explore beneath shyness or party chit-chat, you can sometimes turn a dull exchange into an intriguing one. I've found this to be particularly true in the case of professors or intellectuals, who are full of fascinating information, but need encouragement before they'll divulge it.

You can't deny Eros. Eros wills trike, like lightning. Our human defenses are frail, ludicrous. Like plasterboard houses in a hurricane. Your triumph is in perfect submission. And the god of Eros will flow through you, as Lawrence says, in the 'perfect obliteration of blood consciousness.

Writing! The activity for which the only adequate bribe is the possibility of suicide, one day.

Writing is the most solitary of arts.

All actors are whores. They want only one thing: to seduce you.

Sometimes I stumble upon a wonderfully irresistible to me voice, unexpectedly.

My role models were childless: Virginia Woolf, Jane Austen, George Eliot, the Brontes.