I am sick of death and worst of all this sickness feeds on itself, the more afraid I am the more I am afraid the more I flee the more I am afraid the more I am haunted.

Thinking is trying to think the unthinkable: thinking the thinkable is not worth the effort.

Censor the body and you censor breath and speech at the same time. Write yourself. Your body must be heard.

We must learn to speak the language women speak when there is no one there to correct us.

Writing is the passageway, the entrance, the exit, the dwelling place of the other in me.

We must kill the false woman who is preventing the live one from breathing.

The only book that is worth writing is the one we don’t have the courage or strength to write. The book that hurts us (we who are writing), that makes us tremble, redden, bleed

Everything ends with flowers.

I am not innocent. Innocence is a science of the sublime. And I am only at the very beginning of the apprenticeship.

Only when you are lost can love find itself in you without losing its way.

There is no greater love than the love the wolf feels for the lamb-it-doesn’t-eat.

For a moment she just stared, wondering if there were another girl staying here, or if Sebastian had taken to cross-dressing.

To remain alone did not seem to me a terrible fate, no worse than being falsely joined to another person.

It’s good to be vulnerable in amongst the grandeur; you shouldn’t lose that sense of intimacy and vulnerability with people.

As the audience, I always love to get to a point where, surprisingly, I find myself in a secret friendship allegiance with the characters that are unexpected.

It's difficult to excel at something you don't truly enjoy.

would be better served by continuing to hold an ownership position in a pure-play sporting goods retailer rather than a retail conglomerate.

Deciding what gets my time is very simple: I ask, What am I passionate about?

I want to give my six hours of serious cricket on the ground and then take whatever the result.

I've always been a worker. I've never expected be given anything.

There is no greater illness than discouragement!