I actually prefer female voices to listen to, mostly, but among the male singers whose voices I like are Jeff Buckley, Art Garfunkel, that sort of voice. Contemporary crooners rather than rockers.

And there the wicked witch stayed for a long long time.' Did she ever come out?' Not yet.

at least i'm talkng to myself. instead of giving myself the cold shoulder

When I write a book, I write very cleanly from page one to the last page. I hardly ever write out of sequence.

We are loping sequences of chemical conversions, acting ourselves converted. We are twists of genes acting ourselves twisted; we are wicks of burning neuroses acting ourselves wicked. And nothing to be done about it. And nothing to be done about it.

Does the devil ever struggle to be good again, or if so is he not a devil?

She assumes that skill will guide her fingertips, that shapely lines will uncoil out of the pencil the moment she starts. Surely talent is a thing curled deep inside, just waiting to be exercised, and at the slightest invitation it will stretch, shake itself, make itself known? Talent, it seems, is not so insistent.