Everything was usual. That was depression: being stuck, clinging to an out-of-date version of oneself.

I'm not trying to uncover the facts of my life but to discover the dramatic truth of the situations I was in.

It's no use imagining that bringing great writers together inevitably precipitates great conversation.

No pain is too small if it hurts, but any pain is too big if it's cherished.

Everything was usual. That was depression: being stuck, clinging to an out-of-date version of oneself.

I think that some laughter comes from escaped horror, doesn't it?

Irony is the hardest addiction of all. Forget heroin. Just try giving up irony, the deep-down need to mean two things at once, to be in two places at once, not to be there for the catastrophe of a fixed meaning.