The whole joy of writing comes from the opportunity to go over it and make it good, one way or another.

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.

Solitude. One knows instinctively it has benefits that must be more deeply satisfying than those of other conditions, but still it is difficult.

Dresscodes are for styleless people.

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

Certain things I remember exactly as they were. They are merely discolored a bit by time, like coins in the pocket of a forgotten suit. Most of the details, though, have long since been transformed or rearranged to bring others of them forward. Some, in fact, are obviously counterfeit; they are no less important. One alters the past to form the future.

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