The only time I know that something is true is the moment I discover it in the act of writing.

Some must cry so that others may be able to laugh the more heartily. Sacrifices are necessary.

I'm hopefully making the reader feel a lot about the characters and then about their own life.

Regret, already sogging me down, burst its dam. It seeped into my legs, it pooled in my heart.

I'm not sure if the passage of time affects our core identities so much as reveals them to us.

I just think that, for my particular personality, feeling slightly invisible is always a help.

It's a shame i can't be there myself - i like parties. Text me if you think of any good hymns!

The ugly heart of the South still beats with this idea that one group of people is worth less.

When I was four, we went to Oahu. It was the first time we celebrated Passover away from home.

We crime novelists have a great pulpit. We write about justice and about correcting injustice.

When his lips return to mine, it's not just about lust or desire - it's about making us whole.

It's what's buried deep inside that frightens me because it's broken, like a shattered mirror.

I would never say snog. I would say osculate." She looks at me as if to say: why do you exist?

Wisdom we know is the knowledge of good and evil - not the strength to choose between the two.

Women is fine once you got em pinned down, boss, but when they ain't pinned down they're hell.

I must fight with my weapons. Not his. Not selfishness and brutality and shame and resentment.

Talking, talking. Spinning a web of words, pale walls of dreams, between myself and all I see.

Perfectionism is the enemy of creation, as extreme self- solitude is the enemy of well- being.

I really don't want to encourage young writers. Keep them down and out and silent is my motto.

You know how it is with fathers, you never escape the idea that maybe after all they're right.

The substance of fictional architecture is not bricks and mortar but evanescent consciousness.

I think you remember certain phrases from bad reviews. You don't remember all the bad reviews.

He who does not know how to look back at where he came from will never get to his destination.

"The Church of England," I said, seeing that Mr. Inglesant paused, "is no doubt a compromise."

Dublin was turning into Disneyland with super-pubs, a Purgatory open till five in the morning.

things that have cost more than they're worth leave a bitter taste. A taste of salt and sweat.

You mean you let him talk to you like that and you aren't even getting any Man what a rip-off.

Where. Is. He?" Alphonse repeated, although it sounded more like "Don't make me eat your face.

You don't want people to think you're just writing stories for children about a pig in a tutu.

To be one woman, truly, wholly, is to be all women. Tend one garden and you will birth worlds.

Training of female athletes is so new that the limits of female possibility are still unknown.

I wasn't really into body piercings until I found that about half my female students had them.

It was like there was some parallel universe we all vanished off to where we had all this sex.

If you look at my last songs and first short stories, there is a real connection between them.

Like a compass needle that points north, a man's accusing finger always finds a woman. Always.

Her impulse, her need, to be the corrector of injustices, warden of the downtrodden flock. And

I’m all you have in this world Mariam, and when I’m gone you’ll have nothing. You ARE nothing!

Yevgeny Yevtushenko: 'You atheist?' "Kingsley Amis: 'Well, yes, but it's more that I hate him.

I sometimes feel that more lousy dishes are presented under the banner of pate than any other.

In this moment that blooms and fades as it passes, he is enough, and all is well in the world.

The desire of knowledge, like the thirst of riches, increases ever with the acquisition of it.

Guilt always hurries towards its complement, punishment: only there does its satisfaction lie.

Guilt always hurries towards its complement, punishment; only there does its satisfaction lie.

My first book was rejected nine times. It turned out to be a best seller, Battle Cry? in 1953.

We have reached the point where ignorance and neglect are the best we can hope for in a ruler.

Power is a dangerous thing. Be careful that you don't abuse it or let it make a tyrant of you.

But many of the bravest never are known, and get no praise. That does not lessen their beauty.

When writing sex scenes, there is often no pleasing anyone, except perhaps the writer herself.

There are lots of unlikable characters in literature. It doesn't mean they're not fascinating.

The germ of a story is a new and simple element introduced into an existing situation or mood.

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