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.

The nowness of everything is absolutely wondrous. [...] If you see the present tense, boy do you see it! And boy can you celebrate it.

Therapy, as opposed to analysis, is a whole construct of myth, beautiful and creative.

The trouble with words is that you never know whose mouths they've been in.

The knowledge that we have about what it is to be human that we have as a child is something we necessarily must lose.

You just don't know writers. They'll use anything, anybody. They'll eat their young.

It is a dangerous thing to have instant access to your emotions.