There are people who are always, I think, going to remain people of the book, to use another author's title, but people of the book, who really must be around.

I have always kept notebooks and I go back to them over and over. They are my compost pile of ideas.

I stood there in the shadowed doorway thinking with my tears. Yes, tears can be thoughts, why not?

Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.

We all got holes in our lives. Nobody dies in a perfect garment.

Women don't realize how much store men set on the regularity of their habits. We absorb their comings and goings into our bodies, their rhythms into our bones.

There is no such thing as a complete lack of order, only a design so vast it appears unrepetitive up close.