In the concordance of Nicola Six's kisses there were many subheads and subsections, many genres and phyla - chapter and verse, cross-references, multiple citations.

Love might have expanded her. But we are not all of us going to get loved. We are not all of us going to get expanded.

Every 10 years you're a different person, and the really great books evolve with you as you get older. They're full of new rewards.

Cities at night, I feel, contain men who cry in their sleep and then say Nothing. It's nothing. Just sad dreams. Or something like that...Swing low in your weep ship, with your tear scans and sob probes, and you would mark them. Women--and they can be wives, lovers, gaunt muses, fat nurses, obsessions, devourers, exes, nemeses--will wake and turn to these men and ask, with female need-to-know, "What is it?" And the men will say, "Nothing. No it isn't anything really. Just sad dreams.

It's good fun to create an unpredictable character. When he comes into the room, I don't know what he's going to do - I have to find my way.

You can kill time in a number of ways but it always depends on the kind of time you're fighting: some time is unkillable, immortal

Like fundamentalist Judaism and medieval Christianity, Islam is totalist. That is to say, it makes a total claim on the individual.