If we are all made of God, it is our friends who remind us. We pass the gift of God to them. They pass it back to us when we need it most.

A concern with 'public morality' is - if not the last refuge of a scoundrel - the first foray of the fascist.

It took me years to learn to sit at my desk for more than two minutes at a time, to put up with the solitude and the terror of failure, and the godawful silence and the white paper.

I don't cook. My mother didn't cook. My daughter doesn't cook.

Unhappiness is our element. We come to believe we can't function without it.

Famous people complain about fame, but they never want to give it back, myself included.

At times it is strangely sedative to know the extent of your own powerlessness.