Not being published would be great. When I say that to other writers they look at me as if I'm totally insane.

Men had no purpose on earth whereas women were gods walking unrecognized among them.

The beginning is the word and the end is silence. And in between are all the stories.

Jennifer had never liked the pain of remembering what had happened, but for Theo it was the pain that kept Laura alive in his memory. He was afraid that if it ever began to heal she would disappear.

Oh, God. What was happening to her, she was turning into a normal person.

(although anyone with half a brain must surely be mired in existential gloom all the time)

It was a long time ago now. And it was yesterday.