Suddenly, all at once, she knows, knows that he doesn't understand her, that he never will, that he lacks the power to understand such perverseness. And that he can never move fast enough to catch her.

I acquired that drinker's face before I drank. Drink only confirmed it. The space for it existed in me.

All that remains of that minute is time in all its purity, bone-white time.

There are many women who write as they think they should write - to imitate men and make a place for themselves in literature.

You are what you are and that fascinates me.

To love one child and to love all children, whether living or dead -somewhere these two loves come together. To love a no-good but humble punk and to love an honest man who believes himself to be an honest man -somewhere these, too, come together.

Get rid of things or you'll spend your whole life tidying up.