On the Internet, everyone is writing. There is a great flowering of writing.

Hope but not enthusiasm is the proper state for the writer.

I don't fear death. I'm not obsessed with it the way everybody else seems to be.

Normally, what you’re envious of is a book, not a writer: standards, ideas, levels … almost nonexistent things.

A light snow, a snow so faint and small-bodied that it seems nothing more than a manifestation of the cold.

Dialogue's a method of revelation, of course. A few words of dialogue can reveal worlds about a character.

They are travelling cheaply, with that touch of indolence and occasional luxury that comes only from having real resources. They live in Levis and sunlight. Sometimes they brush their teeth in streams.