"Women writers make for rewarding (and efficient) lovers. They are clever liars to fathers and husbands; yet they never hold their tongues too long, nor keep ardent typing fingers still."
"So the nymphs they spoke,we kissed and laid.By noontime’s hourour love was made.Like braided chains of crocus stems,we lay entwined, I laid with them.Our breath, one glassy, tideless sea,our bodies draping wearily,we slept, I slept so lucidly,with hopes to stay this memory."
"Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs."
"Rich will be my life if I can keep my memories full and brimming, and record them on clear-eyed mornings while I set joyously to work setting pen to holy craft."
"Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs."
"I regained my soul through literature after those times I'd lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets."