Reality is the page. Life is the word.

I can write pretty much anywhere.

…and there, in the background, the sky’s sediment had sunk to a place where all the woe of the words ‘I am’ dissolved into blue peace. He said it. ‘The ocean.

Why ask a question whose answer would demand ten more questions?

I'm a novelist, that's how I make my livelihood, and I concentrate on the novels.

But no, we cross, crisscross, and recross our old tracks like figure skaters.

What wouldn't I give now for a never-changing map of the ever-constant ineffable? To possess, as it were, an atlas of clouds.