On of the reasons that I wanted to study literature was because it exposed everything. Writers looked for secrets that had never been mined. Every writer has to invent their own magical language, in o...
Women aren't mean the way that men are. They're full of life and they're like God in that way.
You know you're my best friend, right?' he said.I shrugged. I guessed it was true. Now that I wasn't going to be at the parade, they would all hate me. Everything had been carefully choreographed, and...
My conversation is probably something like the rain. On some days it pours, and then on other days there's just a clear sky- not a word in sight.
In the temporary illumination of the headlights, the insects were scribbling out messages from God that we couldn’t get.
Your superhuman power was to be able not to feel. Is it there inside everybody, this self that comes out while you are in captivity? You become the closest approximation of yourself that can tolerate...
She didn’t know what it meant to always want to be close to someone. She wanted to have the same experiences as him. She wanted to hit him and have a bruise appear on her body.
Everything written by any woman was written by all women, because they all benefited from it. If one woman was a genius, it was proof that it was possible for the rest of them.
The ground was silvery, as if some stars had fallen there.
Women were still strange and inscrutable creatures. Men didn’t understand them. And women didn’t understand themselves either. It was always a performance of some sort. Everywhere you went, it was lik...
Why had this good-looking moll chosen this effeminate buffoon, they all wanted to know. But Jimmy understood why immediately. Because he allowed her to be free.
When you're a kid, if you watch 'The Jeffersons' with your family at seven o'clock, it seems like a natural phenomenon, like the sun setting. The universe is a strange, strange place when all of a sud...
Oh, we had a lot of sex back then in Montreal; it wasn’t just me. Blame it on the cold. The roses in everyone’s cheeks made them seem way more appealing than they actually were. We confused the indoor...
In Moscow there were a hundred different words for sadness, and one of them was joy.
What in the world do our clothes say about us when we put them on? Rose said. There's no real dignity in any of these costumes. If I'm a maid, I do what the owner of the house tells me to do. If I'm a...
They tried to look punk but came off looking more like cats with mange. Just
They don't know. It's not their fault. What are they supposed to do when they've been told their whole lives not to believe in fairy tales?
Somewhere, a sparrow is singing in B minor.
Sometimes when you are standing still and it’s snowing, you think that you hear music. You can’t tell where it’s coming from either. I wondered if we all really did have a soundtrack, but we just get...
My body never belonged to me. You must have felt that too. If someone wanted to beat me, they could beat me. If someone wanted to lock me in the closet, they could. Childhood is such a perverse injust...