As you enter positions of trust and power, dream a little before you think.

It was my father who could do no wrong. So I didn't think of it as, oh, look, my father's a violent man.

They had stared at her with great uncomprehending eyes. Eyes that questioned nothing and asked everything. Unblinking and unabashed, they stared up at her. The end of the world lay in their eyes, and the beginning, and all the waste in bewteen.

I always start out with an idea, even a boring idea, that becomes a question I don't have answers to.

Sex is difficult to write about because it's just not sexy enough. The only way to write about it is not to write much. Let the reader bring his own sexuality into the text. A writer I usually admire has written about sex in the most off-putting way. There is just too much information.

I think one of the reasons I'm so thrilled with writing is because it is an act of reading for me at the same time, which is why my revisions are so sustained.

The peace I am thinking of is the dance of an open mind when it engages another equally open one.