Two people making love, she once said, are like one drowned person resuscitating the other.

If a book is really good, it deserves to be read again, and if it's great, it should be read at least three times.

Paranoids are the only ones who notice things anymore.

There is something about seeing real people on a stage that makes a bad play more intimately, more personally offensive than any other art form.

It is one of the paradoxes of American literature that our writers are forever looking back with love and nostalgia at lives they couldn't wait to leave.

Either a writer doesn't want to talk about his work, or he talks about it more than you want.

The epic implications of being human end in more than this: We start our lives as if they were momentous stories, with a beginning, a middle and an appropriate end, only to find that they are mostly middles.