However, I think I managed to reach a new level with Koko, and I will always be grateful for the experience.
Nobody can protect anybody else from vileness. Or from pain. All you can do is not let it break you in half and keep on going until you get to the other side.
When, in the third book, we do learn the identity of the Blue Rose murderer, the information comes in a muted, nearly off-hand manner, and the man has died long before.
I wish I could go back and re-write my first novel for the first time. Because I really didn’t know what I was doing, and although it was published, it is, after all this time, kind of an embarrassment.
Nobody is surprised that women writers accurately represent male characters over and over again, no doubt because everybody knows that women understand men much better than vice-versa.
I write longer sentences than most of the others, maybe because I probably like Henry James more than they do.
Fear and I were old buddies, despite my best efforts to the contrary.
I generally wade in blind and trust to fate and instinct to see me through.
You’ll never get anything done if you walk around with an unchipped heart.
To do magic, to do great magic, he has to know himself as a piece of the universe.A piece of the universe?A little piece that has all the rest of it in it. Everything outside of him is also inside of him.
God, in the orthodox view, causes famine, plague, and flood. Was God evil? Evil is a convenient fiction.
Ideally, I would create a book so interdependent and self-sustaining in its parts, so wondrously connected word by word and paragraph by paragraph, so charged with the joy of language, that it would actually float three or four inches above any table where you try to set it down.