What really fascinates me is this need that is so strong now that if you read a work of the imagination you instantly have to say, 'Oh, what this really is is so-and-so,' reducing it to a simple formula.

Living in a small town anywhere means preserving one's self behind a mask.

A writer falls in love with an idea and gets carried away.

Some people obtain fame, others deserve it.

Women often get dropped from memory, and then history.

I am a person who continually destroys the possibilities of a future because of the numbers of alternative viewpoints I can focus on the present.

There is only one real sin and that is to persuade oneself that the second best is anything but second best.