Writers are always at the edge of the inferno, and the fire is licking at our toes. Luckily, this turns us on!
I convinced myself that sadness and compromise were the ways of the world.
Each day that I don't write I get more fragmented.
The worst thing about jealousy is how low it makes you reach.
Surviving means being born over and over.
Art keeps one young, I think, because it keeps one perpetually a beginner, perpetually a child.