Nobody can assume that, to a writer, everything is off-limits.
the real killer was when you married the wrong person but had the right children.
The admiration of another writer’s work is almost in inverse proportion to similarities in style.
Italics provide a wonderful advantage: you see, right away, that the words are in a rush. When something exists at a slant, you can't help but consider irony.
I think I write about things that are mysterious to me.
It's not about having things figured out, or about communicating with other people, trying to make them understand what you understand. It's about a chicken dinner at a drive-in. A soft pillow. Things that don't need explaining.