I am a failure as a writer. The publishers won't publish me, the bookshops won't carry my books, the critics won't write about me. I am excluded from all anthologies, and completely ignored.

Had I not created my whole world, I would certainly have died in other people’s.

Dreams are essential to life.

The shell is America's most active contribution to the formation of character. A tough hide. Grow it early.

I am aware of being in a beautiful prison, from which I can only escape by writing.

Too late for changes, too late perhaps for explanations and ideological webs, but the love goes on, the love goes on, blind to laws and warnings and even to wisdom and to fears. And whatever that love is, perhaps an illusion of a new love, I want it, I cant resist it, my whole being melts in one kiss, my knowledge melts, my fears melt, my blood dances, my legs open.

They courted the face on the screen, the face of translucence, the face of wax on which men found it possible to imprint the image of their fantasy.