No one can call themselves a writer until he or she has written at least fifty stories.

Stay conscious and alive, day in and day out.

Of course, the fact that Dostoevsky can tell a juicy story isn't enough to make him great. If it were, Judith Krantz and John Grisham would be great fiction writers, and by any but the most commercial standards they're not even very good.

My chest bumps like a dryer with shoes in it.

There are very few innocent sentences in writing.

‎Who would die for this chance to be fed this death of pleasure with spoons, in their warm homes, alone, unmoving?

The fun of reading as "an exchange between consciousnesses, a way for human beings to talk to each other about stuff we can't normally talk about."