In our deepest moments we say the most inadequate things.
Promiscuity is the death of love.
For me to write I have to be, a, alone, and b, know that nobody is going to question me. I write the way a thief steals; it's a little covert.
Ideally I'd like to spend two evenings a week talking to Proust and another conversing with the Holy Ghost.
I'm an Irish Catholic and I have a long iceberg of guilt.
Writers are always anxious, always on the run--from the telephone, from responsibilities, from the distractions of the world.