Some things are so impossible, so fantastic, that when they happen, you are not at all surprised. Their sheer impossibility has made you imagine them….

It is a brave and stupid thing, a beautiful thing, to waste one's life for love..

We are each the love of someone's life..

When I meet a woman whose energy falters at the first barrier,she seems to fade beside my mother..

Perhaps love is a minor madness. And as with madness, it's unendurable alone. The one person who can relieve us is of course the sole person we canno….

Despite all their fears, we ask very little of the ones who never loved us. We do not ask for sympathy or pain or compassion. We simply want to know ….

How hollow to have no secrets left; you shake yourself and nothing rattles. You're boneless as an anemone..

A lover exists only in fragments, a dozen or so if the romance is new, a thousand if we're married to him, and out of those fragments our heart const….

For me, the historical and genealogical library is the one I use. I'm working on, I'll say, it's a time travel novel. I haven't written very much of ….

So tell me gentleman, tell me the time and place where it was easy to be a woman..

No one would have known, from how he held my hand, [that] over the years of heartache he had hatched a plot to change my life forever. He held his gr….

Here was a thing that would grow old; here was a thing that would turn beautiful and lose that beauty, that would inherit the grace but also the bad ….

Surely words are just the background music when passion pounces on a soul..

Here is a writer possessing the greatest talent: that of fully inhabiting the lives of others. Spargo conjures up these two as no one has done before….

The possibilities. Is there any greater pain to know what could be, and yet be powerless to make it be?.

It may be a childish torment, but we do not get to choose our demons..

Does love always form, like a pearl, around the hardened bits of life?.

It takes too much imagination to see the sorrows of people we take for happy. Their real battles take place, like those of the stars, in some realm o….

When you were a little girl, Madam.....was this the woman you dreamed of becoming?.

I love going to writers' colonies in pastoral settings where there's nothing to do, but either walk around or read a book or work on your book..

How remarkable we are in our ability to hide things from ourselves - our conscious minds only a small portion of our actual minds, jellyfish floating….