What a bog and labyrinth the human essence is... We are all overbrained and overemotioned.

My best stories come out of nowhere, with no concern for form at all.

A writers job is to destroy and then to build the thing back up again by a chosen means.

I don't write under the ghost of Faulkner. I live in the same town and find his life and work inspiring, but that's it. I have a motorcycle and tool along the country lanes. I travel at my own speed.

Most novels I come across have all the excitement of a long trip on a bus with a sensitive glee club. Yammer and chat.

Whoever you are, be that person with all your might. Time goes by faster than we thought. It is a thief so quiet. You must let yourself be loved and you must love, parts of you that never loved must open and love. You must announce yourself in all particulars so you can have yourself.

You've got to lie to stay halfway interested in yourself.