Impotence, fetishism, bisexuality, and bondage are all facts of life, and our fiction should reflect that.

I think people on antidepressants often lose sexual feelings. I don't mean that I think sex is only about sadness; it is obviously about joy and vitality and birth as well.

I am a better writer for having fewer demons, and I am more curious about the world and the people in it. So those of you thinking you might need your demons in order to be creative: I beg to differ.

My suspicion is that this is an unavoidable human dilemma, that people will always want to avoid pain, to avoid those who are in pain, and so will be vulnerable to anyone or anything that seems to promise permanent avoidance.

I have worked really hard to defy categorization, to break down a taxonomy whenever it comes my way.

I'm trying to read more dead people because I keep having to read stuff for juries and so forth.

Tangled in one another's arms and nine times out of ten the things you think about a person make it impossible to touch them.