Betrayal is the deepest wound. Betrayal is what remains of love, when love has gone.

Even if I seemed to remember, I could not know. For just to remember something is not to know if it really happened. That is a primary fact of the inner life, the most difficult fact with which we must live.

Near the point of impact, time acelerates to the speed of light.

Truths are the last thing you learn about your family. By the time you learn, you're no longer their child.

My life is a very interior and solitary life. I tend not to care that much about external things.

Writing is the most solitary of arts.

Adriana loved even the rank animal smell of the man's body, her sweat-slicked breasts and belly flattened beneath him, and her arms and legs clutching him as a drowning woman might clutch another person to save her life. Don't don't don't don't leave me. DON'T LEAVE ME. As in animal copulation the frenzy is to be locked together not out of sentiment or choice but physical compulsion. As if bolts of electric current ran through both their bodies and would only release them from each other when it ceased.