What was the point of spending your life with someone you were always looking for ways to decieve?

O what is it about having one's own Babe upon one's Hip that makes a Woman wish to go home to her Mother? A Desire to say: 'Look, the Circle is compleat'? A Desire to say: 'Look, I have cross'd the Divide and now am more like you'? A Desire to say: 'Look, this Babe I offer you is my most precious Gift'?

Writing about sex turns out to be just writing about life.

A poem (surely someone has said this before) is a one-night stand, a short story a love affair, and a novel a marriage.

biography is essentially a collaborative art, the latest biographer collaborating with all those who wrote earlier.

I convinced myself that sadness and compromise were the ways of the world.

The soul is awakened through service.