Doctor, I had never had anybody like her in my life, she was the fulfillment of my most lascivious adolescent dreams– but marry her, can she be serious? You see, for all her preening and perfumes, she has a very low opinion of herself, and simultaneously– and here is the source of much of our trouble-a ridiculously high opinion of me. And simultaneously, a very low opinion of me! She is one confused Monkey, and, I'm afraid, not too very bright.

I often have to write a hundred pages or more before there's a paragraph that's alive.

I was a biography in constant motion, memory to the marrow of my bones.

Just like those who are incurably ill, the aged know everything about their dying except exactly when.

Life is just a short period of time in which you are alive.

There is truth and then again there is truth. For all that the world is full of people who go around believing they've got you or your neighbor figured out, there really is no bottom to what is not known. The truth about us is endless. As are the lies.

Don't judge it. Just write it. Don't judge it. It's not for you to judge it.