Thinking about time is to acknowledge two contradictory certainties: that our outward lives are governed by the seasons and the clock; that our inwar….

If I can't stay where I am, and I can't, then I will put all that I can into the going..

You were in my arms for the first time, and you said my name, 'Tristan.' I answered you: 'Isolde.' Isolde. The world became a word..

Writing is both bomb and bomb disposal-a necessary shattering of cliche and assumption, and a powerful defusing of the soul-destroying messages of mo….

Every believer is an anarchist at heart. True believers would rather see governments topple and history rewritten than scuff the cover of their faith..

I knew it like destiny, and at the same time, I knew it as choice..

Turn up for work. Discipline allows creative freedom. No discipline equals no freedom..

I am a writer who happens to love women. I am not a lesbian who happens to write..

If you should leave me, my heart will turn to water and flood away..

Like all familiar objects, it had become invisible..

Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can….

The unknownness of my needs frightens me. I do now know how huge they are, or how high they are, I only know that they are not being met. If you want….

Fragile creatures of a small blue planet, surrounded by light years of silent space..

What it means to be human is to bring up your children in safety, educate them, keep them healthy, teach them how to care for themselves and others, ….

After every ''victory'' you have more enemies..

The world is surely wide enough to walk without fear..

I am not tempted by God but I love his trappings..

Art is a foreign city, and we deceive ourselves when we think it familiar. We have to recognize that the language of art, all art, is not our mother ….

I don't understand why people talk of art as a luxury when it's a mind-altering possibility..

He doubted her. You must never doubt the one you love. But they might not be telling the truth. Never mind that. You tell them the truth. What do you….

In my subconscious, my books were part of a single emotional journey..