She was starting to think there might be such a thing as karma - that repetition - maybe you lived through the same thing over and over until you sto….

One can bear anything. The pain we cannot bear will kill us outright..

But I knew one more thing. That people w ho denied who they were or where they had been were in the greatest danger..

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 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..

Don't attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you're lonely. Lonliness is the human condition. No one is ever goin….

What can I say about life? Do I praise it for letting you live, or damn it for allowing the rest?.

As a person with terrible handwriting, I love the computer. I've waited all my life for the computer..

I thought how tenuous the links were between mother and children between friends family things you think are eternal. Everything could be lost more e….

To make films, you have to have boundless energy; you have to work and play with others really, really well, and I'm really a more contemplative kind….

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

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 ….

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 ….

They dream of men with gentle hands, eloquent with tenderness, fingers that brushed along a cheek, that outlined open lips in the lovers' braille. Ha….

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….

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

Whenever she thought she could not feel more alone, the universe peeled back another layer of darkness..

And if there is no god? You act as if there is, and it's the same thing..

I closed my eyes to watch tiny dancers like jeweled birds cross the dark screen of my eyelids..

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….

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