Actually, I enjoy the process of writing a big long novel.
Death is the mother of beauty,” said Henry. “And what is beauty?” “Terror.
I guess that anything we manage to save from history is a miracle.
Everything takes me longer than I expect. It's the sad truth about life
Not quite what one expected, but once it happened one realized it couldn't be any other way.
Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming.