The Images, The Language, Of Pornography, And

The Conversation Of Kisses. Subtle, Engrossing, Fearless, Transforming.

It Was At This Time That She Entirely Gave Up On Reading. The Covers Of Books Looked Like Coffins To Her, Either Shabby Or Ornate, And What Was Inside Them Might As Well Have Been Dust.

I Want My Stories To Move People ... To Feel Some Kind Of Reward From The Writing.

For Years And Years I Thought That Stories Were Just Practice, Till I Got Time To Write A Novel.

One Drop Of Hatred In Your Soul Will Spread And Discolor Everything Like A Drop Of Black Ink In White Milk.