I'm not pretending to be ingenuous; I know what I'm doing.

No matter what kind of night you're having, morning always wins.

The artist deals with what cannot be said in words. The novelist says in words what cannot be said in words.

How pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love, just so you could dread losing them.

It's as if cats live in a seperate universe that takes up the same space as ours, but is full of facinating things like mice or sparrows or special TV programs that we can't see.

We're surrounded by mandates, and I believe that literature should be mandate-free. I feel very strongly about that.

Hunger of the body is altogether different from the shallow, daily hunger of the belly. Those who have known this kind of hunger cannot entirely love, ever again, those who have not.