In [writing] fiction, every sentence is its own reward.

how can the world in all its chaos come up with so many coincidences, so many similarities and exact opposites?

Over time, passion wanes, differences don't.

Yesterday my daughter said to me, 'My marriage is falling apart.' And now all she can do is watch it falling.

While it is good to speak well, it is better to speak the truth.

I also thought of playing improvisational jazz and I did take lessons for a while. At first I tried to write fiction by making up things that were completely alien to my life.

It's both rebellion and conformity that attack you with success.