Coming and going I am leaving. I will go and come. Leaving has come to me. We all, shall all, will all be left. Because I am here and where. And I will go or not or never. And I have seen what I will see. If I am where I will be. Because nothing comes between me.

I felt Joyce was an influence on my fiction, but in a very general way, as a kind of inspiration and a model for the beauty of language.

Everything that goes on in your whole life is a result of molecules rushing around somewhere in your brain.

I was always younger than anyone around me. One day it began to change.

Why is it so hard to be serious, so easy to be too serious?

The term itself--my life--is a desperate overstatement.

Somehow pictures always lead to people as masses. Books belong to individuals.