Here was one place where I could find out who I was and what I was going to become. And that was the public library.

I do like to live in other people's homes. I enjoy being a guest. I am an inexpensive guest. When one lives in another's home he can enter into the psychic kingdom of that person.

A novelist has a specific poetic license which also applies to his own life.

There are many types of participation. One can observe so intensely that one becomes part of the action, but without being an active participant.

In my photographs it is apparent that there was no posing at the moment I released the shutter.

If we reduce social life to the smallest possible unit we will find that there is no social life in the company of one.

[Nabokov's] language is made visible . . . like a veil or transparent curtain. You cannot help seeing the curtain as you peek into the intimate rooms behind.