Are not all loves secretly the same? A hundred flowers sprung from a single root.

Maidens who stay maidens turn into saints. Old women become sorceresses. Tough jobs, both of these.

Madness. I did not get myself born to die. I have better things to do.

When I started as a writer, I knew nothing about publishing-nothing about anything!

People are always the start for meanimals. When I can get into their heads, gods, supernatural beings,immortals, the deadthese are all people to me.

It's very selfish when I write. I'm not aware, ever, of writing for another person; I'm not even really aware of writing for myself.

If they had said my writing wasn't good enough, fair enough, that's an opinion. But to say it's too complex is to insult the intelligence of the so-called young.