...in that drunken place you would like to hand your heart to her and say touch it but then give it back.

I often carry things to read so that I will not have to look at the people.

Intellectuals say simple things in difficult ways. Artists say difficult things in simple ways.

I write as a function. Without it I would fall ill and die. It's as much a part of one as the liver or intestine, and just about as glamorous.

Some people have written that my writing has helped them go on. It has helped me too. The writing, the roses, the 9 cats.

I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.

I want to let her know though that all the nights sleeping beside her even the useless arguments were things ever splendid and the hard words I ever feared to say can now be said: I love you.