Basically what we have here is a dreamer. Somebody out of touch with reality. When she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly

It took courage to let things fall apart so beautifully.

Novelists are always resisting autobiographical readings of their work, because they know how false those can be.

Everyone struggles against despair, but it always wins in the end. It has to. It's the thing that lets us say goodbye.

no reason to mention my peculiarities, my wandering in the maze these many years, shut away from sight. and from love, too.

I spend most of every day writing. I like to write every day if I can. I don't start extremely early.

our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.