Look at me. My concerns-are they spiritual, do you think, or carnal? Come on. We've read our Shakespeare.

I probably have less revision than those who have that wonderful rush of story to tell - you know, I can't wait to tell you what happened the other day. It comes tumbling out and maybe then they go back and refine. I kind of envy that way of working, but I just have never done it.

Good leaders being scarce, following yourself is allowed.

I moved through the days like a severed head that finishes a sentence.

I could claim any number of high-flown reasons for writing, just as you can explain certain dogs behavior... But maybe, it’s that they’re dog, and that’s what dogs do.

It is possible to imagine a person so entirely that the image resists attempts to dislodge it.

Just because you have stopped sinking doesn't mean you're not still underwater.