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

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

Scars are stories, history written on the body