He is mad about being small when you were big, but no, that's not it, he is mad about being helpless when you were powerful, but no, not that either, he is mad about being contingent when you were necessary, not quite it... he is insane because when he loved you, you didn't notice.

There was no particular point at which I stopped being promising.

My mother studied English and drama at the University of Pennsylvania, where my father studied architecture. She was a great influence in all sorts of ways, a wicked wit.

The much heaves and palpitates. It is multidirectional and has a mayor.

I don't think you can talk about progress in art - movement, but not progress. You can speak of a point on a line for the purpose of locating things, but it's a horizontal line, not a vertical one.

Succeed! It has been done, and with a stupidity that can astound the most experienced.

There's not a strong autobiographical strain in my fiction. A few bits of fact here and there.