I seldom know what I'm going to write when I sit down. There isn't much agony and sweat of the human spirit involved in doing it. The writing's easy, it's the living that is sometimes difficult.

The apartment was built at the edge of a high cliff so that when you looked out the back window it seemed as if you were twelve floors up instead of four. It was very much like living on the edge of the world - a last resting place before the final big drop.

It’s not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing. there’s no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust.

I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.

...having nothing to struggle against they have nothing to struggle for.

writing about a writer's block is better than not writing at all

We must.. We must bring our own light to the darkness