People have obsessions and fears and passions which they don't admit to. I think every character is interesting and has extremes. It's the novelist privilege to see how odd everyone is.

Art is a kind of artificial memory and the pain which attends all serious art is a sense of that factitiousness.

Daytime sleep is a cursed slumber from which one wakes in despair.

Hegel says that Truth is a great word and the thing is greater still. With Dave we never seemed to get past the word.

Being good is just a matter of temperament in the end.

Real worship involves waiting.

Oh the piercing sadness of life in the midst of its ordinariness!