I think every creative impulse that a working writer, or artist of any sort has, comes out of that dark old country where dreams come from.

I don't think you ever think of a big city as sweet or community, but there are cities that I think of as charming and particular and interesting cities. I live in one now, Charleston.

Didn't I say I'd always be your same stars? If you get to missing me, just look up.

I could run nearly naked on a hot, windy beach and plunge without care into a running diamond sea; roll on the sand and fling my arms wide to the sun and still be what I was...young.

It's unimaginable to me that I wouldn't write, but it's very imaginable that I won't write for a little while.

I think that sometimes the great changes in our lives, the ones that divide time, happen so deep down and silently that we don't even know when they occur......It frequently happens that the seasons of the greatest change are the times that feel the most tranquil, the most suspended, the most...timeless.

Anger is its own excuse and its own reward.