All of a writer that matters is in the book or books. It is idiotic to be curious about the person.
When I think about it, if I had to choose, I'd rather be happy than write.
When he talked his eyes went away from mine and then he forced himself to look straight at me and he began to explain and I knew that he felt very strange with me and that he hated me, and it was funny sitting there and talking like that, knowing he hated me.
Only the magic and the dream are true — all the rest's a lie.
I like shape very much. A novel has to have shape, and life doesn't have any.
She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it.