The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read.

There may not be one Truth - there may be several truths - but saying that is not to say that reality doesn't exist.

It's only afterwards that it becomes anything like a story at all. When you're telling it, to yourself or to someone else.

Love was like a steamroller. There was no avoiding it; it went over you and you came out flat.

Paper isn’t important. It’s the words on them that are important.

I'll make you mine, lovers said in old books. They never said, I'll make you me.

Does feminist mean large unpleasant person who'll shout at you or someone who believes women are human beings. To me it's the latter, so I sign up