You've such a lovely temperature.

No subject is terrible if the story is true, if the prose is clean and honest, and if it affirms courage and grace under pressure.

I loved you when I saw you today and I loved you always but I never saw you before.

People who write fiction, if they had not taken it up, might have become very successful liars.

To me heaven would be a big bull ring with me holding two barrera seats and a trout stream outside that no one else was allowed to fish in and two lovely houses in the town; one where I would have my wife and children and be monogamous and love them truly and well and the other where I would have my nine beautiful mistresses on nine different floors.

I used to play cello. My mother kept me out of school a whole year to study music and counterpoint. She thought I had ability, but I was absolutely without talent.

Would you please please please please please please please stop talking?