This desert town was man's own miracle of pure purposelessness.

This desert town was man's own miracle of pure purposelessness.

I've never been resigned to ready-made ideas as I was to ready-made clothes, perhaps because although I couldn't sew, I could think.

Morality for the novelist is expressed not so much in the choice of subject matter as in the plot of the narrative, which is perhaps why in our morally bewildered time novelists have often been timid about plot.

Human beings tolerate what they understand they have to tolerate.

Coming out, all the way out, is offered more and more as the political solution to our oppression.

Conventions, like clichés, have a way of surviving their own usefulness.