It hurts to love wide open stretching the muscles... It hurts to thwart the reflexes of grab, of clutch; to love and let go again and again.

I think that if you use something from you life in fiction, it metamorphosizes into something strange and different. Afterward it is hard to tell what actually was part of your life and what is part of the story of the fictional character.

My strength and my weakness are twins in the same womb.

The best gift you can give is a hug: one size fits all and no one ever minds if you return it.

I wrote to make sense out of all the contradictions I experienced and to deal with the pain and loss I was undergoing.

The will to be totally rational is the will to be made out of glass and steel: and to use others as if they were glass and steel.

There is no justice we don't make daily like bread and love.