Good intentions are wicked! As far as I can see, all they lead to are lies and delusions.

How will you know a good farmer when you meet him? He will not ask you for any favors.

The fact is that the same sequence of days can arrange themselves into a number of different stories.

Horse racing is really much more intimidating than anything having to do with literature. When I had horses at the racetrack, I would wake up in terror in a way that I would never wake up while working on a novel.

I spent part of my college years in a Marxist commune. I was not a Marxist. I wasn't even pretending to be one. I was a Marxist-in-law.

There weren't too many books by women that were taught in school, so I read those on my own, and the books I read were as accessible as the ones we were reading in school.

I don't know - is everything the U.S. does a shocking embarrassment?