How easy I was. Like a limpet I attached myself to anything, anyone who showed me the least attention..

The Santa Anas blew in hot from the desert, shriveling the last of the spring grass into whiskers of pale straw. Only the oleanders thrived, their de….

I imagined Kandinsky's mind, spread out all over the world, and then gathered together. Everyone having only a piece of the puzzle. Only in a show li….

Many women get involved with a man that you pretty much know isn't suitable and you're kind of breaking your rules, but he's attractive in some unkno….

There is no God, there is only what you want..

I love Derrick Brown for the surprise of one word waking up next to another. One moment tender, funny or romantic, the next, visceral, ironic and r….

His voice was cloves and nightingales, it took us to spice markets in the Celebs, we drifted with him on a houseboat beyond the Coral Sea. We were li….

Her fingers moved among barnacles and mussels, blue-black, sharp-edged. Neon red starfish were limp Dalis on the rocks, surrounded by bouquets of sti….

Just because a poet said something didn’t mean it was true, only that it sounded good..

They say drugs are not the answer, but really, what is the question?.

I think that Oprah's on a mission to improve the lives of the average American in various ways. And one of them is to bring literature to people who ….

A cliche is everything you've ever heard of..

I use my fiction to explore my own unconscious issues. I usually don't even know what's going on with me until I'm writing..

Your protagonist is your reader’s portal into the story. The more observant he or she can be, the more vivid will be the world you’re creating. They ….

I think we're starved for a life of the senses. We're in the garage, we're in the car, we drive to work, we're in a windowless cubicle that's gray an….

That was what she really wanted. To forget so thoroughly she'd never have another memory again, the bitter so bitter you gave up the sweet..

echo, the death of a sound that had nowhere to go but to come back..

This is what happens when you fall in love. You're looking at a natural disaster..

It was only natural to want to destroy something you could never have..

Do you ever want to go home?' I asked Paul. He brushed an ash from my face. 'It's the century of the displaced person,' he said. 'You can never go ho….

When you started thinking it was easy, you were forgetting what it cost..