it is not good to repudiate the dead because then they do not leave you alone, they are like dogs that bark intermittently at night.

Writers really live in the mind and in hotels of the soul.

History is said to be written by the victors. Fiction, by contrast, is largely the work of injured bystanders.

That is the mystery about writing: it comes out of afflictions, out of the gouged times, when the heart is cut open.

shadows of love, inebriations of love, foretastes of love, trickles of love, but never yet the one true love.

Darkness is drawn to light, but light does not know it; light must absorb the darkness and therefore meet its own extinguishment.

My hand does the work and I dont have to think; in fact, were I to think, it would stop the flow. Its like a dam in the brain that bursts.