Sometimes you are aware when your great moments are happening, and sometimes they rise from the past. Perhaps it's the same with people.

If you write enough, you begin to learn to do things. But in a way, you do start from zero each time.

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

My idea of writing is of unflinching and continual effort, somehow trying to find the right words until you reach a point where you can make no further progress and you either have something or you don’t.

Now they are lovers. The first, wild courses are ended. They have founded their domain. A satanic happiness follows.

Being somebody: it's one of the ideas in life, no? That's what my father made clear to me. The importance of being somebody. He wanted to be somebody. And he underlined to me the fate of trying to be somebody and not quite managing to do it.

Life is weather. Life is meals.