I did not fully understand the dread term 'terminal illness' until I saw Heathrow for myself.

I think childhood is to everyone a lost land.

There's no end to the inventiveness of critics, I tell you. Because they can't write fiction, they put their impulse into their analysis of work.

Ideals jump across the hierarchies of the printed word.

I haven't had a single moment of terror since they told me [I was dying]. My only regret is to die four pages too soon. If I can finish, then I'm quite happy to go.

Children can write poetry and then, unless they're poets, they stop when reach puberty.

Just letting it out is one of the definitions of bad art.