the way i need you is a loneliness i cannot bear.

The memories of childhood have a strange shuttling quality, and areas of darkness ring the spaces of light. The memories of childhood are like clear candles in an acre of night, illuminating fixed scenes from surrounding darkness.

It is music that causes the heart to broaden and the listener to grow cold with ecstasy and fright.

How can the dead be truly dead when they still live in the souls of those who are left behind?

Nothing is so musical as the sound of pouring bourbon for the first drink on a Sunday morning. Not Bach or Schubert or any of those masters.

The writer is by nature a dreamer - a conscious dreamer.

I live with the people I create and it has always made my essential loneliness less keen.