You have friends who actually care about you and speak the language of the inner self. You have avoided them of late. Your soul is as disheveled as your apartment, and until you can clean it up a little you don't want to invite anyone inside.

I realized that I might not ever make it as a writer, that it might be because I wasn't good enough, or that it might be because the odds were just too long.

There's a socialist bias to the consensus of the literary world: a '30s mentality that says factory workers are more worthy of our attention.

The only thing worse for smoking than drinking is quitting drinking. Because then it's the only thing you can do.

Eat, drink and remarry is my motto.

There is a type of writer that can happily bury themselves in the country and dig very deep, but I'm not like that.

Sometimes I think the difference between what we want and what we're afraid of is about the width of an eyelash.