Happy Valentines Day to those who have found love, in whatever shape or form, and to those who are still hunting, don't give up. If you feel bad, send yourself a card. You must be worth it.

That is what literature offers—a language powerful enough to say how it is. It isn't a hiding place. It is a finding place.

Only a fool tries to reconstruct a bunch of grapes from a bottle of wine.

Written on the body is a secret code only visible in certain lights; the accumulations of a lifetime gather there

Everyone thinks their own situation most tragic. I am no exception.

The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love.

There's no such thing as autobiography, there's only art and lies