“Had this been planned? My brain was foggy, incapable of answers. I counted till five. The two people I felt closest to in Moscow lay naked underneath that sheet. This was an invitation, but was it from both of them?”
“I wished that we could make love right there: his eyes and hands on me, his lips whispering into my ear, him pulling me down to the floor and loving me so hard that there’d be no room left for loneliness, not in my body, not in my heart.”
“I was on my way to a country where small talk didn’t exist, and I couldn’t wait to get there.”
“To write a short story, you have to be able to stay up all night.”
“There’s an old writer’s adage: keep your hero in trouble.”
“It’s not the end of the world. Anything can be fixed with the right connections and the right amount of money.”