You are what you think you eat.

Oh God, are there so many of them in our land! Students who can’t be happy until they’ve graduated, servicemen who can’t be happy until they are discharged, single folks who can’t be happy until they’ve found a mate, workers who can’t be happy until they’ve retired, adolescents who aren’t happy until they’re grown, ill people who aren’t happy until they’re well, failures who aren’t happy until they succeed, restless who can’t wait until they get out of town, and in most cases, vice versa, people waiting, waiting for the world to begin.

There are two lost continents.... We are one: the lovers.

…he glanced over his shoulder at her, regarding her, as he often did before they made love, as if she were a lost continent about to be rediscovered.

Transformation, liberation and celebration are the themes of all my novels.

almost any object, including this book you hold, can turn up as Exhibit A in a murder trial.

The sky was the color of Edgar Allan Poe's pajamas.