Here is all I ask of a book- give me everything. Everything, and don't leave out a single word.
One of the greatest gifts you can get as a writer is to be born into an unhappy family.
... the wing of a fly is proof enough of the existence of God for me.
One does not know where love will take you.
Rape is a crime against sleep and memory; it's afterimage imprints itself like an irreversible negative from the camera obscura of dreams.
It enclosed us in its laceries as we watched the moon spill across the Atlantic like wine from an overturned glass. With the light all around us, we felt secret in that moon-infused water like pearls forming in the soft tissues of oysters.