There aren't many people in our history who have so completely surrendered themselves to a mission that they would give up their lives for it.

My days are as long as despair can make them.

For me, writing is inseparable from thinking. I could say the entire undertaking is a vast cerebral construct against my demons. It's the thing that I love. It's my identity.

Sometimes there's a sort of tear in the veil, and there are people who live in more than one dimension.

As a young woman, I was so eager to please that I served others' happiness and even their values before my own. It didn't earn me love, but it did deliver me to a place where I had to choose between what I thought of myself and what other people did. I chose myself.

I like nudging readers into a slightly different perspective, but in a sly way - I want to be the writer who slips a stiletto in and out, to make so swift and clean a cut, it's not until a chapter ends that the reader looks down and sees she's bleeding and asks what happened.

Scars are stories, history written on the body

Don’t portray yourself as who you want to be. Portray yourself as who you are.

The dizzy rapture of starving. The power of needing nothing. By force of will I make myself the impossible sprite who lives on air, on water, on purity.

Writing is how I stay sane. It's completely necessary.