Never apologize. Never explain..

To know I was beautiful in his eyes made me beautiful..

I emitted some civetlike female stink, a distinct perfume of sexual wanting, that he had followed to find me here in the dark..

...The men eyed her with the automatic mix of curiosity, lust, and aesthetic judgment they always gave young women, subject to object, the way you'd ….

When most people looked at Josie Tyrell, they only saw a certain collection of bones, a selection of forms filling space. But Michael saw past the mo….

this was the wonderful thing about strangers. they were big blank pieces of paper, you could draw watever you like on their impresionable surfaces.

I wandered through the stacks, running my hands along the spines of the books on the shelves, they reminded me of cultured or opinionated guests at a….

What is real is always worth it..

I felt beautiful but also interrupted. I wasn't used to being so complicated..

The poets are the standard bearers of language. Their work lives or dies word by word. When I write and can hear a clunky sentence, I try to write up….

Being in the library is so addictive for me that I really have to exercise self-control so I can get some writing done at home..

here, here is my dark world. you carry it for a change. im out.

A dependent clause (a sentence fragment set off by commas, dontcha know) helps you explore your story by moving you deeper into the sentence. It allo….

How can I shed tears for a man I should never have allowed to touch me in any way?.

Reading LOVE JUNKIE is like watching a sleepwalker taking a stroll on a freeway. All you can do is pray. Gorgeously written, piercingly honest..

Most people write the same sentence over and over again. The same number of words-say, 8-10, or 10-12. The same sentence structure. Try to become str….

I've told you, nobody becomes an artist unless they have to..

Love could never bloom in a concrete block room..

The pearls weren't really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life co….

A book's flaws make it less predictable..

I tried writing fiction as a little kid, but had a teacher humiliate me, so didn't write again until I was a senior in college..