I may not be the most likable person in the world, but I try not to upset people.

Mere humans who root through their refrigerators at three o'clock in the morning can only produce writing that matches what they do. And that includes me.

She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, "I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.

I don't think of myself as an artist. I'm just a guy who can write.

Once she was out of the car and gone, my world was suddenly hollow and meaningless.

Okay, let’s put it this way. I would like to sleep with you. But it’s alright if I don’t sleep with you. What I’m saying is I’d like to be as fair as possible. I don’t want to force anything on anybody, any more than I’d want anything forced on me. It’s enough that I feel your presence or see your commas swirling around me.

Never trust a man who carries a handkerchief, I always say. One of many prejudicial rules of thumb.