“Well. I don’t suppose you have to believe in ghosts to know that we are all haunted, all of us, by things we can see and feel and guess at, and many more things that we can’t.”

I became a writer because I love to read, yet I never get to unless I’m reviewing a book or doing research.

I’ve found in the past that the more closely I identify with the heroine, the less completely she emerges as a person.

So from the first novel I’ve been learning techniques to distance myself from the characters so that they are not me and I don’t try to protect them in ways that aren’t good for the story.

How quickly a person in pain whom you can’t help becomes a reproach. And then, no doubt, a thorn.

If you’re going to spend two or three years immersed in a subject, you better be deeply interested in it, or it won’t be interesting to the reader.

Please stop trying to make me the ghost of your past lover.

I project myself out through the glasses and across the street, a ghost in the morning sunlight, torn with disembodied lust.

I have blisters on my feet from dancing alone with your ghost.

Derek (Jeter) told me the ghosts would show up eventually!

I like to trace the ghosts of your fingers on the back of my hand. They read- I don’t know how to hold without you.

Let us honor the Holy Ghost.

Have we forgotten that there is a Holy Ghost, that we must insist upon walking on crutches when we might fly?

In Eastern culture, people see ghosts, people talk about ghosts, it’s just accepted. And in Western culture it’s just not.