young or old, good or bad, I don't think anything dies as slow and as hard as a writer.

the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.

When I begin to doubt my ability to work the word, I simply read another writer and know I have nothing to worry about. My contest is only with myself, to do it right, with power, and force, and delight, and gamble.

they thought I had guts they were wrong I was only frightened of more important things

I knew it would be you

they simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?

we only asked for leopards to guard our thinning dreams.