There's a difference between bravery and rash stupidity.

I understood that I was inventing myself, and that I was doing this more in the way of a painter than in the way of a scientist. I could not count on precision or calculation; I could only count on intuition.

I'm sometimes afraid I'll cross a line and it'll be difficult to come back, say, to dinner.

In isolation I ruthlessly plow the deep silences, seeking my opportunities like a miner seeking veins of treasures. In what shallow glimmering space shall I find what glimmering glory?

I'll read anything. In fact, I'll read while I'm doing other things, which is not a good idea.

I had come to feel that my mother's love for me was designed solely to make me into an echo of her; and I didn't know why, but I felt that I would rather be dead than become just an echo of someone.

What I really want to write about is injustice and justice, and the different ways human beings organize the two.