I never have a problem with finding material. I wait for it to turn up, and it always turns up. It’s dealing with the material I’m inundated with that poses the problem.

Never underestimate the meanness in people's souls... Even when they're being kind... especially when they're being kind.

My head was a magpie's nest lined with such bright scraps of information.

people who believe in miracles do not make much fuss when they actually encounter one

I have never kept diaries. I just remember a lot and am more self-centered than most people.

Children of course are monstrously conventional, repelled at once by whatever is off-center, out of whack, unmanageable. And being an only child I had been coddled a good deal (also scolded). I was awkward, precocious, timid, full of my private rituals and aversions.

Sometimes our connection is frayed, it is in danger, it seems almost lost. Views and streets deny knowledge of us, the air grows thin. Wouldn't we rather have a destiny to submit to, than, something that claims us, anything, instead of such flimsy choices, arbitrary days?