As I look back, I see that life is like a game of solitaire and every once in a while there is a move.
Not necessarily narrow so much as impatient, intense.
I don't fear death. I'm not obsessed with it the way everybody else seems to be.
The summer has ended. The garden withers. The mornings become chill. I am thirty, I am thirty-four -the years turn dry as leaves.
Love must wait; it must break one’s bones.
Amplitude is a powerful quality in fiction. It results in involvement, in sympathy with the characters. After a while, a reader can't avoid being involved with a book, caring about it, even if it's not a particularly good book. You're in it, and you're committed to it.