We set down feasts for each other and treated our love with tongues of fire. Our bodies were fields of wonder to us.

He was one of those rare men who are capable of being fully in love only once in their lives.

Love came in wounded and frantic ways to my dismaying family.

I could not bear to think that I wrote a five-hundred page novel just because I needed to love my father.

Writing is more about imagination than anything else. I fell in love with words. I fell in love with storytelling.

When my novel 'Beach Music' came out in 1995, I had included a couple of recipes in the book and had tried to impart some of my love of Roman cuisine and the restaurants of Rome.