The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling.

I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.

If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.

Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.

You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.

He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.

We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the hero’s shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.

Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you? That I would take you there? The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar cube?

You play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.

You wanted happiness, I can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.

It was strange that one couldn’t know in advance which places one was later going to wish to remember.

I quit drinking. That was a big problem for a lot of years. Then after that, I just started feeling grateful again.

Women are emotional! And being an artist and a woman is probably more difficult because you have more stuff to overcome.

Life is war, and marriage provides us with a close and intimate ally with whom we may wage this war. The battle requires bold love, forgiveness, confrontation, and repentance.

There are a lot of grotesqueries in politics, not the least of which is the fund-raising side.

The ant is a collectively intelligent and individually stupid animal; man is the opposite.

I think my parents were immigrants, you know, so I guess I would be first generation. Growing up in California.

I would say the flip side to my fascination with systems is a fascination with components. So many of my books are dialogues between little and big.

There are few so free from vanity as not to dictate to those who will hear their instructions with a visible sense of their own beneficence.

Mothers unconsciously allow more latitude to sons, and open encouragement, and with daughters they treat them as they would treat themselves.