The Sound Of Words In A Novel

The Shadow Of My Mother Danced Around The Room To A Tune That My Own Shadow Sang.

I Write A Lot In My Head. The Revision Goes On Internally. It's Not Spontaneous And It Doesn't Have A Schedule.

I Think A Woman Is Powerless If She Cannot Freely Claim The Right To Her Reproductive Capacity. Society Can Talk About Anything It Likes, Except A Woman's Reproductive Existence.

He Must Have Smiled At Me, Though I Don't Really Know, But I Don't Like To Think That I Would Love Someone Who Hadn't First Smiled At Me.

Express Everything You Like. No Word Can Hurt You. None. No Idea Can Hurt You. Not Being Able To Express An Idea Or Word Will Hurt You More. Like A Bullet.